Emma Neustadt An Der Orla Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

Neustadt an der Orla

Ooops, forgot to mention, there’s a hidden mural near Bahnhofstrasse – a stunning piece that spells resilience in splashes of bold colors. It’s like a signature of the city and my therapy sessions rolled into one big boozy cocktail of imperfection.

Donate to Spendet für unseren kleinen Danny (2 J.) Diagnose Leukämie, organized by Luisa Neuparth