Emilia Oerlenbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, I say. But dang, the stigma! Folks look down, call ‘em trash—pisses me off. They’re people, not aliens—well, ‘cept in that movie, ha! “You’re not from around here, are you?”—fits ‘em perfect, outcasts and all. My fave thing? How they sass back—met one once, told me, “Dubya, you couldn’t afford me!” Laughed my ass off—gutsy!

My Village And I – A Local’s Guide To Oerlenbach Germany

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Not gonna lie, it can get mad hectic – I often lose my cool at the endless cycle of trivial complaints and yet, deep struggles. I get gnarly angry about the broken swings in the small Kinderpark, but then I see a sunrise, think “We all choose to be more than we are,” and, well, you know. I chuckle thinking how sometimes life itself cuts off words, just like in Margaret: raw and unpolished.