Esme Leibnitz Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Linz

I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s a blender—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Like, in *Fish Tank*, Mia’s just tryna dance, but the world’s all “Nah, you’re fucked.” Same deal here. I ask her, “How’s it goin’?” She’s like, “It’s cash, it’s quick, it’s whatever.” I’m dyin’ laughin’—she’s a philosopher, droppin’ bars! “Cash, quick, whatever”—t-shirt that shit!

Laufhaus Spielfeld

No, let me tell you a bit more: the air here smells like fresh baked bread sometimes and damp cool earth – why you like city, you feel same? I get so excited when sun comes shining over the old church spire on Morgenstrasse, mmm, so pretty!

Debating the value of God at a time of crisis: Leibniz vs Voltaire