Zara Schwerte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

i get excited like a tiger when i see new art at Schwerte Kulturzentrum, where every exhibit feels alive, like a spontaneous burst of spirit – powerfull, man!! but also, i've been mad off a few things, like that one time the “quiet zone” in Der Park was suddenly jam-packed – so annoying! but, then again, that's real life. can't be perfect all the time, amiright?

A German Plan: House Refugees In An Old Concentration Camp : Parallels