Evelyn Petritor Nord Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

So yeah, that's my two cents. Not perfect, not polished—just like me, just like this city. Enjoy every crazy moment, and remember: sometimes the best beauty is in the chaos. Pretty, pretty good.