Makayla Barth Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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Living the mom life. Slight reading obsession. Dress whore. Super nerd. Who needs sleep?'s profile picture Who needs sleep?

I must mention the park, oh yes, the little, wild, untamed Grünpark, yesss. We sexologists love its secret benches beneath ancient oak trees. I once whispered "Do you like parades of passion?" to a delightful stranger, mmm, he smiled and said, "Only if you dance, precious!" It’s wild and raw, unpredictable as my own heart, yesss.

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