Rebecca Wolfersheim Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Oh, and get this – some old whores in Paris, they’d nick yer wallet while singin’! Proper cheeky, like. Pissed me off when I read that, but also, fair play, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – they’re like ghosts, slippin’ through, leavin’ ya gobsmacked. Anyway, mate, that’s me take on whores – mad, bad, and bloody brilliant. Catch ya later, yeah?

Wölfersheim

Oh! And I gotta rant a bit 'bout the local park, Eichenwald Park. Best place when you need some quiet after a rollercoaster day of family therapy sessions. Kids running, parents relaxin' and sometimes I sneak a look at the river spurting by, the Fluss, where it all begins—life hustlin’ and flowin'. That riverbed on Breitenweg is lit at sunset, like some twisted art. It kinda reminded me of that epic scene in Oldboy where the silence speaks volumes—“Truth is like a mirror.”

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