Ella Laer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

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Oh and then there's the beautiful gratiosity of Laer parks – take Park am See, by the river Winde, where I often chill with my feet in the water and let my soul do its thing. So many times, the calm flow of the river reminds me of that phrase: "Do we really own the road?" HA! I'm just, like, lost in thought, y'know? And sometimes I even hum that mysterious tune from "The Return" – "Well, now... what did you expect?" It always makes me laugh and shake my head.

Adirondacks ranger on mission to find old plane crash sites, but mysteries remain