Abigail Mittenaar Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

Gasthaus Decker

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Walking down Lindenstr. in the old town feels magical. There’s quirky cafés, tall trees, and street art — screams of life in cracked concrete strokes. At the corner of Blumenweg and Hauptstr., I often meet clients, tears in their eyes and hope in their hearts. It kinda makes you think “What if we could erase all the pain?” – then the mind’s a riot of misremembered sunrises.

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