Sarah Ruhla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

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Ruhla's dirty, rough, yet poetic. It's full of stories, regrets, laughter, and a bit of mess. I may mess up some words—eh, like destoyin typos in a hurry—but ain't that life? Just like old films, it's raw and real. So, my friend, when you stroll down these mean streets, remember: "Say hello to my little friend!" and let the rhythm of this crazy small town take ya wild. Enjoy every damn moment, capiche?

Maurices: Small Town Roots, Big Time Success