Eliza Rednitzhembach Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Now, *The Turin Horse*—it’s slow, heavy, like her life. “They’re working the horse,” movie says, and damn, ain’t that her? Worked to the bone, but tough as nails. I’d sip whiskey with her, hear her tales—bet she’d laugh at my corny ass. Prolly call me “old man” and steal my drink—ha! Love that sass, keeps it real. Whore’s got layers, yo—peel ‘em back, find gold.

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Oh, and don’t miss out on the hidden gem, Lindenpark. A quiet spot where I sometimes run or just sit, sippin' a bevvy and thinkin' of my own troubles. Got this bench, sorta crooked. I call it my “Philosopher's Crack.” It might sound mental, but it’s where I sort through mad feelings. True story, bruv.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home