Violet Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, mmm… donuts, and it’s like—whore’s got layers, y’know? Like that movie I love, *Ida*, that Polish flick from 2013. Dark, quiet, but hits ya hard. Whore’s kinda the same—gritty, real, makes ya squirm.

Site Cities

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.