Mila Wilhelmitor Nord Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Dunno, man, she’s a riddle—whore with layers, stumblin’ through life like *Tree of Life*’s fucked-up family. “Where were you when I fell?”—she’d ask that, all dramatic, if she knew I was judgin’. Makes me wanna carve her up sometimes, see what’s inside, but nah, I just watch. Chillin’ like a villain, Clarice… she’s my fucked-up muse, this whore.

I can’t forget discussing all things messy under neon lights on Oberweg. Parties here are insane. I once had an “aha” moment during one of those nights – a mix of bizarre desires and way too much laughter. I got mad when some uptight dud tried to ruin the vibe. Ridiculous!