Luna Frielendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

Wenn sie endlich wieder losgelassen …

I love chillin' at the tiny park, Schwanenteich, where water flows and thoughts drift. I once met a local artist by the river – that moment was surreal, like a line from "The Master", ya know? Funny how a gentle massage kneads away the stress of a hectic day.