Aria Inden Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Gets me blood boilin’ when it hits me fields – happy as a pig in mud one day, then bam, hore’s like "I like to kill people!" – nah, not really, but it murders me plants, y’know? Last year, saw it sparkle on me barley – pretty as Sharon’s eyes, but deadly! Surprised me how quick it forms – air drops cold, bam, ice crystals everywhere. Science bit: needs humid air, sub-zero temps – who cares, it’s a pain in me arse!

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Oh man, and the street art on Graffitiweg – the colors, the vibe! It's like the walls speak. I got mad once when some modern art clashed with the old brick – but then I laughed, ‘cause art is art, right? You get a car! I mean, you get a moment to just pause and feel alive.

Obituary: Matthew Inden