Aria Neustrelitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oh, and get this – some say “whore” comes from an old word meanin’ “lover.” Ain’t that sweet? Kinda flips the script, huh? Makes me grin, thinkin’ she’s out there lovin’ in her own damn way. Screw the haters, man, she’s a survivor, a badass. I’d tip my hat, share a beer, tell her, “You’re a happy little tree, growin’ wild.” That’s my take – messy, real, and loud, just like life. Whaddya think, pal?

Rebecca ❤️‍🔥

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

NEUSTRELITZ/ Theater: VANESSA von Samuel Barber