Jade Bous Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

Rodeo Queen

Its founder, Lisa Williams, told us girls about a brave young boy who reached out to her after he was sexually abused by a student minister he had trusted.

I remember this one time at the old stone bridge near Alte Mühle – I was deep in thought about the mysteries of love and found myself quoting "The Assassin" like, “Silence is a subtle language.” It gave me chills, man, so intense and poetic!

Emergency helicopter landing between Oetrange and Bous