Natalie Schwedt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ in my tractor, right, haulin’ dirt, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, them gals on the corner, struttin’ like they own the damn road! Nasal snort—makes me mad, y’know? All that flashin’ skin, struttin’ past my rig, and I’m like, “What’s yer deal, huh?” Reminds me of *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick—where Joy’s all “Let’s make it happy!” but Sadness is draggin’ her feet. Prostitutes got that vibe—half sparkly, half messed up.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'