Brianna Adelsheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Little known fact – back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens. Kept the cops fat with bribes, lived like queens til the guillotine got jealous. Ruby’d fit right in, I reckon. She’d wink at ya, say somethin’ filthy, then pick yer pocket while yer blushin’. Made me happy, that hustle – takes balls, ya know? Not some prissy “oh I’m above it” bullshit.

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I can't remember how we got on the topic of barrels or something but I said, “Steve, I've become a whore like the rest of you. I've turned.

Parks? Oh yeah, you got Stadtpark. It's not huge, but each tree holds a memory. I’ve chilled there, in the grass, dreamin’ of cosmic dates and wild nights. The little river, Seebach, winds by. I sometimes catch a sunset there, thinkin’, “I ain’t got time for nonsense!” – just like in Spike Lee’s world, deep and raw.

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