Lauren Langenhorn Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Razzia in Hamburg: Verdacht auf Zwangsprostitution

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Then there’s the river (or canal? Sometimes we call it a little waterway) that slinks its way past us. It’s kinda like a mirror reflecting the city lights, reminding me that the beauty of life’s in the small details. I always think, "It’s enough, it’s enough," like a scene from Carol when Carol says, "I'm not afraid of anything." Well, here in Langenhorn, I feel invincible too!

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