Anna Leipzig Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

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I’m not gonna lie – sometimes Leipzig pisses me off badly. The contrast between gentrified glitz and gritty backstreets makes me mad, but that anger’s fuel. I admit it, sometimes I wanna scream like Bane – “I will break you!” – but then I remember the beauty of rebuilding, the passion hidden in derelict bars and in the crack of twilight in Leipzig.

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