Grace Einfeld Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leipzig

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’—Lord, these streets wild! Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—folks out here pickin’ scraps, hustlin’. “I glean to survive,” Agnes said, right? Well, these girls gleanin’ too, but it’s tricks, not potatoes! Lawd, have mercy!

The Wig Master

It's like I'm seein' a prostitute. GEORGE: How much you pay this maid I'll pick you up, and, Kramer, stay alive no matter what occurs, I will find you!

Walking down Schillerstrasse, you see old brick facades, small cafes (the one on the corner, Café Wunder, is magic!). You meet locals, grin and say "Very nice!" in my broken Borat style. Then, you hit the park called Märchenwald. Woah, that park is full of surprises – little streams, shady bench's, and even a hidey-hole for meditation. I used to sit there for hours, thinkin of life, relaxin' — like, "It's not personal, it's just relaxation" kinda vibe.

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