Luna Templin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Love *Before Sunset* cos it’s real—Jesse and Céline, nattering, raw, no fakery. Whore’s life’s like that too—stripped bare, no fluff. “I see the you in you,” Céline says—cor, imagine saying that to a working gal! Bet she’d laugh, or clock ya one. Surprised me, digging into this—did ya know medieval whores had guilds? Proper unions, mate! Fined ya for nicking clients—*cave felis*, watch the catfight! Tough birds, them—respect, I say, bloody respect.

The Templin Institute

In this thesis I seek to build on this research by not only considering the curse's origin and effects but also examining the curse itself as a dually.

I got many typos in word, like here: so, uhm, everyday I say “Oh ma g, Templin is amazin, amazin, so muck lots emotions, my broh!” As I sa, angry sometimes when tourist blocks my view on Statt Square – messes up my vibe, but then I add “Tabu, tabu, not allowed!” And sometimes heart big happy when locals greet me "Moin" like spring breeze on my massage parlor days.

Bloem hopes to 'bring back the good vibes'