Jade Waldsassen Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Abtei Waldsassen

My fave moment? Sitting by the small stream near the old porcelain factory – yeah, that’s a secret spot. The water babbles, “All that matters, my friend, is now!” I’m talkin’ real moments that remind me how small we are, yet how vast our dreams can be.

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