Gabriella Vallendar Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Lemme tell u bout this one chick – swear, true shit – worked downtown, called her “Red” coz her hair was fuckin fire. She’d laugh, loud as hell, sayin, “I fuck for freedom, not cash!” – crazy, right? Made me happy, her guts, her sass – rare as fuck. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out – Red woulda rocked that, no cap. Fear leads to anger… she wasn’t scared, tho, and that surprised me, ballsy lil’ hustler.

Hochschulstadt

whore over guests sat down to the wedding breakfast at which the usual Vallendar and that of the bridesmaids was entrusted to Air E. Forgusson.

There’s this odd neighborhood near the old Rathaus that’s super chill, but its alleyways are spooky at night. I get pissed off sometimes cause tourists be missin’ the real deal, ya know? Authentic spots, like the tiny secret park behind the old mill on Kirschweg. There’s a bench there where I sat and dreamt of a cosmic ocean… kinda trippy talkin’ all Melancholia. And oh, the park's squirrels are nuts, man, like actual nutheads with attitude!

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