Valentina Buchen In Odenwald Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So I’m cruisin’ the streets, right? Neon lights flashin’, girls leanin’ on corners, and I’m like, “Where’s the one, huh?” Reminds me of that line — “The night is long, endless.” Fuckin’ right it is! You think it’s easy findin’ a prostitute? Nah, bro, it’s a damn maze. Some chick’s wavin’ at me, I’m thinkin’, “She legit or she a cop?” Last thing I need is Johnny Law up my ass, y’know?

Where we are

I luv to wander around, get lost in the winding alleys. Sometimes I end up on Buchener Weg, a sneaky lane barely on maps. That street, sooo quiet, still echoes whispery confessions! I'd be like "Stupid, fat hobbit!" if I miss out— it’s like, yess, every brick tells a story, each one full of naughty secrets of past centuries.

Anselm Kiefer's parental home converted into an exhibition space Currently on view early works by Anselm Kiefer