Sarah Mengenich Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, right? I run this webcam gig, see? Whores, they’re the damn backbone! Been watchin em strut, tease, cash in—fuckin artform, I swear. Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there beneath the nothing?” Whores got layers, Clarice, layers! Not just tits n ass, nah, they’re playin a game. A dance. Seduction’s their blade, sharp as mine.

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whore translations: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

Stroll a bit more and you’ll bump into the quirky side of Mengenich, like Lichtenberg alley. Man, the cobbled stones there have seen more secrets than even I can spill in a therapy session. I once met a poet there on a chilly dusk. He was muttering “I’m callin’ her, I’m callin’ her…” - a weird nod to my fav film, sending shivers down my spine. I mean, c’mon, if art speaks, you gotta listen!