Sarah Langen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Angry? Yeah, when people misuse whore, ugh! Happy? When it’s in Son of Saul vibes, deep and raw. Whore’s not just a word, it’s a mood, a scream, a “Sharon!” in the dark, ya feel me? Love it, hate it, but can’t ignore it, bro. Whore’s forever, man. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Peace!

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Once the local beauty, she's now the local whore. Silently prowling the muddy streets, she watches eerily from the shadows, waiting for something. And.

Here’s a wacky tidbit: I always see people walkin’ by with mysterious smiles, like they’ve got a thousand stories hidden under their hoodies. Makes me think of that movie: “... everything will be perfect in the end, just as long as it’s not too far away.” Truly, every massage I give, every touch, feels like a tiny uncovering of life’s layers. Every knot I ease out and muscle I soothe reminds me how Langen’s heartbeat syncs with mine.

Swiss über collector Michael Ringier reflects on an art-fueled life