Elise Hadamar Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m a tractor drivin’ fool, and I got thots on this “whore” bizness. Ain’t talkin’ no farm equipment neither—talkin’ the oldest gig in town! Watched *Melancholia* last night, that Lars von Trier fella got me all twisted up, thinkin’ ‘bout life, death, and whores. “This is the end of the world!”—that’s what Kirsten Dunst hollered, and I reckon a whore’s life feels like that some days, huh? Doom comin’ down like a big ol’ planet smashin’ yer tractor shed!

Vernietigingsinstituut Hadamar

Nazi Germany is ruled by Hitler's barbaric policies of racial cleansing. Ingrid Marchand's only sin was to be born black.

Now, Hadamar’s streets, oh, they murmur secrets to you. I lengthily stroll down Lindenweg, past the tiny café on Lindenweg 12, where folks sip dark coffee and dream ridiculously, heh, all while I think of my precious massage oils and the whispered secrets in my own little spot. And then there’s the park, oh, the old Waldpark near Stadtwald—so green and whimsical, my laughter exploding among trees. I sometimes catch whispers of "Ma chérie, you're fabulous!" echoing in my head, just as the movie says, “Come what may,” it tickles my ears, yes precious!

Euthanasia in the Castle: Inside Europe’s Museums of Nazi Medical Crimes