Mia Barsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Cities close to Barsbüttel

Duuuude, excuse the typos: i njoy livin in Barsbüttel cuz it's raw, it's bold, and it's real. Lol, sometimes too much, ya know? And I mean, who can sit by the alkaline charm of a twilight stroll near Goethestraße, rambling about love like a madman? Not me, man, I'm right there with my heart on the sleeve!