Ellie Schesslitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So yeah, this whore—she’s my No-Face. Sucks up attention, spits out trouble. “I want more!” she’d demand, and I’d just laugh. More what? Shame? Cos she’s got plenty. I’m done playin’ nice—next time she fucks up, it’s war. Cold, calculated, Lannister-style. “I choose violence,” I say, and mean it. Watch me burn her world down, mate—gonna be a show.

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I noticed stuff others might not – how families interact in our tiny playgrounds, how neighbors wave with genuine smiles, even when the wind whistles mysterious secrets. The city has scars and big hearts – and yes, even in its silence, it speaks. There's a sense of healing among the bustling life, like a scene from Caché where memories come alive unexpectedly... “We all carry our past” – echoes, echoes.