Lucy Goerlitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Das lange Nachleben eines Görlitzer Sextreffs

You get it, right? Every cobblestone tells a story. I get pissed off when someone stomps on the history here. It’s like crying over spilled tea! Sometimes, I wander near the Görlitzer Bahnhof. Crazy place for people-watching.

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