Grace Weilerswist Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oh, and typos—gdamn, my fingers are drunk—prolly missed 18 already. Whatever, keeps it real! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s raw, messy, human. Some nights I’m pissed—seein’ the sad ones breaks me. Other times, I’m cacklin’—it’s absurd, wild, like a movie scene. “Talk to her, Jack,” I mutter—hah, if only they’d talk back!

Science On trial

so, like, there's this street, Hauptstrasse, where all the local bustle happens—my, oh my, the scents of grilled bratwurst, my precious! then, off to Dorfstrasse, a wee lane for chill strolls and odd finds, weird little shops and secret corners. ughhh, my precious, so many twists, yes, yes!

Bobby Gillespie’s Tribute to Can