Vanessa Bennewitz Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

Paul Bennewitz

Project Beta: The Story of Paul Bennewitz, National Security, and the Creation of a Modern UFO Myth.

My massage biz gives me a lowkey superpower – I feel everyone's energy. Like, that one time at Café Glück (on Marktstr near Rathausplatz), a customer whispered, “Life’s fleeting, bro, like in Yi Yi…” and I almost cried. That moment hit me so hard – art, touch, time, all in one.

Figure 3. The chemical composition of bronze metal from the...