Rose Petritor Nord Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

So, lemme tell ya bout whores—gritty, real, been around forever! Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies workin’ the streets, makin’ coin while the rich pricks hoarded everything! Sounds familiar, huh? Billionaires sittin’ on piles of gold while whores—literal and not—keep society spinnin’! I get pissed, man, thinkin’ bout it—these fat cats exploitin’ everybody, and whores? They’re just tryin’ to eat! “The key is to keep going,” Larry’d say, and damn, whores got that down!

The parks here are like hidden secrets. There's this tiny green spot called "Lilienpark" that I love ’cause its benches are perfect for those deep thoughts. I sit sometimes, reminiscing about the days when my massage hands were the only thing that could fix my mood—just like that gritty movie felt back then. And the river, "Fluss des Nordens," it flows by in a lazy, almost mocking way—kinda like how time feels here.