Grace Fennpfuhl Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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There's this one tiny coffee spot on Schöneberger Straße that’s underrated. I mean, it's a secret haven where I used to rant about coding drama. Code crashed just when a date blew up? Yeah, man, that felt as crazy as Immortan Joe's mad caravan. I swear sometimes I wanna shout, "Oh, behave!" coz life gets nuts.

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