Elise Boecklersiedlung Bugenhagen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Böcklersiedlung-Bugenhagen

I love chillin' by the Wilhelmsbach River too. The waters are messy sometimes, but that only adds to the charm. I'll admit, getting a massage by the river view makes me beam. Sometimes, I even hum a little "It's not who I am underneath" vibe—gotta keep it mysterious.