Esme Bayreuth Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

Die Bordelle der Anna Kratz

I gotta say, sometimes I get so mad when traffic clogs near Maxstraße because it reminds me how life’s unsolvable puzzles run wild. But then, quirkily, I remember those mystical, movie-like moments that make my days golden, like "The Turin Horse" slowly, painfully circling around meaning. You feel it in the air like mist at dawn – strange and beautiful.

Bayreuth Festival Chorus Director Resigns