Anna Solms Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

What pisses me off tho—*scowls, shakes fist*—is them posh twats judgin’ her. Like, mate, she’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, an’ you’re sippin’ tea in ya mansion? Sod off! *huffs, trips again*—Oof, nearly ate the pavement there. But nah, she surprised me, y’know? Saw her givin’ bread to this stray mutt once—heart o’ gold, I reckon. Made me happy, that did, proper warm fuzzies.

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Several deep revisions of Freud's theory of the drives are proposed: (1) Drives are conscious and are in fact the source of all consciousness.

I gotta say, the neighborhoods outside the main hustle, like near Schulstraße, hide gems. There's a rundown little garden behind the old library too, where locals whisper out their secrets like conspiracies. These tiny pockets of life make me smile, then make me mad when I see careless graffiti—damn disrespect! “I choose violence,” I mutter, though not literally, just my inner Cersei.

Tim Solms