Rebecca Wickede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Sometimes I wonder, man, why’s it still a big deal? People clutch pearls like it’s 1800. “The whale’s a beast,” like in the film – that’s the word, stirrin’ chaos. Gets me riled up, how it’s thrown at gals for nothin’. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass. Total crap, right? D’oh! Almost spilled my Duff thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, “whore” – it’s a fighter, a survivor. Been kicked around, still kickin’. Kinda respect that, y’know? Like me after a bad day at the plant! Heh, tell ya what, next time I hear it, I’ll tip my hat. Or my beer. Whatevs.

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For Fanny, to treat a whore like a daughter is good, to treat a daughter like a whore wicked, but the effect of the juxtaposition of these two households.

And lemme spill a secret: there’s a cool cafe on Marktstrasse called “Donut Dreams.” They serve a mean hot chocolate, and every corner of Wickede reminds me of it. It’s like my heart does a little happy dance every time I pass by. I once stayed up all night debugging and took a midnight stroll there—felt like that movie, nature whispering, “we are stardust, lovin’ every bit.”

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