Emilia Buttelborn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

What gets me mad? The way folks judge her, man! Call her trash, but she’s out there survivin’, tougher than that ol’ horse draggin’ the cart. Happy? Hell yeah, when she laughed at my dumb jokes once - her smile’s gold, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me how she knows stuff - like, she told me bout this old pirate who paid her in coins from 1700s! Who even digs that up? She’s got stories, doc, layers like a carrot cake.

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I got this rad memory of gettin' lost near Schiller Park – man, it's so chill, like space itself slowed down. I remember this one time when I, uh, nearly tripped on these gnarly cobblestones by the river Lumin, which sparkles under the street lights on Transtrasse. Crazy surreal vibe there – like a scene outta "Zodiac" (David Fincher, 2007) when the clock ticks uncertainly... "What is it we truly seek?" kinda feel, you know?

"The Spanish season was marked by oversupply and poor prices"