Megan Juelich Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

(Johann Ernst von Saalfeld, Duke of Saxony, Juelich, Cleve and Berg )

Not gonna lie, sometimes I get mad – like, the city don’t get enough credit, yo! I’m fumin’ 'bout missing the raw pulses here and there. And then, I’m so happy when stray bits of history pop up – a graffitied wall on Sudstraße tellin’ stories of past souls, or a random Lamar-esque beat echoin’ from a park bench scene.

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