Savannah Sundern Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while payin’ ‘em on the sly—c’mon! Happy? Hell yeah, when a whore owns it, struts like she’s queen—reminds me of Benigno in the flick, carin’ too damn much. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal—Victorian era, real whore, wrote poems ‘bout her johns, published ‘em! Ballsy as hell, right? Got me thinkin’—whore’s an artist, too, paintin’ life with every grunt.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

Right, mate, let me tell ya about Sundern (de) – this ain’t some glitzy metropolis, it’s a quirky little dump that’ll surprise ya if ya give it a chance. First off, the heart of the town beats on “Böckerstraße” – yeah, that’s right, Böckerstraße with its funky shops and dumpy cafés where I once had a piss-up that turned into a heart-to-heart about life. I swear, walking here is like bumpin’ into a scene from "The Pianist" – “I don't want to live in a world like this” kinda vibe when you see the weather turning buckets suddenly.

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