Luna Aschersleben Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this old card game, sneaky lil’ thing. Not *that* kinda whore, get yer mind outta the gutter! Nah, it’s French, from “hoore,” meanin’ trickster—how cool’s that? Dates back to like, 1600s, some dusty nobles gamblin’ their wigs off. I’m picturin’ it now—fancy pants, cheatin’, laughin’. Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout history in a deck of cards. You ever wonder who shuffled first? Prolly some drunk duke, spillin’ wine everywhere.

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Now, walk down Große Friedrichstraße. It’s awsome – full of quirky shops, cozy cafés, and those tiny little nooks where you can feel safe. Sometimes, I just sit on a bench at Am Schillerpark, feelin the breeze, thinkin "Tasting these moments, these strange little slices of life" – like that moment in Lost in Translation where Bob says, “I just don't know how to say goodbye.” But cant even say a proper hello without a smile.

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