Willow Hartenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

BBC Two Autumn and Winter 2010/2011

The local park, Ludwigspark, is a hidden gem, y’know? Trees swayin’, birds chirpin’—it’s like therapy for the mind. I jog by the little Riverrun, ever flowin’, smooth as my thoughts. Over here, relaxed vibes make you forget the rant of the day. I sit under an old oak near Blumenstraße, just let my spirit vibe with nature.

Hartenstein wants to play for world champs Germany again