Mia Markranstaedt Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

The Power and Fragility of German Soccer’s 50+1 Rule

Genau: Der Terrorist muss sich in Deutschland nicht anmelden und in Leipzig auch keine Erlaubnis beantragen. Die Einschränkung der Berufsfreiheit gilt nur für Giftschlangen, .

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav spot – a hidden park called Spiegelgarten. It’s well secret, and only locals know it, so don’t go shoutin’ it from the rooftops, aight? It’s got these lush greens, small ponds, and me time for some heavy meditation sessions. One time, I was on a deep relax therapy session, and I nearly started recitin’ "There Will Be Blood" lines – “I have a competition in me.” Brilliant, innit?

Late twist gives RB Leipzig wings