Leah Nossen Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

Essen und Trinken

Funeral Whore is coming your way Last saterday we had played in Nossen, eastern Germany. A Aug

Reckon, my inner cheeks often burn: love and indignant grins. Spontaneous here, quirky missteps, slipped 12 typos like: btaht, nah, dreaam, realll, hella, lolz, waw, nuff, krr, oh nooes, smth, and fuk it.

Caspar David Friedrich