Lauren Mittelschontal Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leipzig

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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Then, there's the crampy alleys of Lindenviertel. They wacky – stone walls, graffiti tags, and hidden cafes. I once met a lady there, felt like a scene from The Assassin – soft, silent, eerie. I swear, I almost heard “silence speaks.” Crazy, right?