Sarah Neuhof Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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After completing side activities for an old whore from Neuhof, can I find her somewhere, or she just took off?

Down on Hauptstrasse, the vibe is crazy real. I always stroll past the old bakery at Blumenstr. – oh man, their pastries? So bomb! It reminds me of that line, “Violence is a part of life,” but like, in a good, peaceful kinda way, huh… in a sense of raw beauty? I dunno, huh…

Burning rubber in Baghdad