Layla Waldsassen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, this one time, swear to god, I saw this chick, total stunner, workin the corner near some dingy bar - hair all wild, eyes like she’s seen ghosts. Reminded me of that scene, “You think the dead feel the cold?” – fuck, she looked cold, but alive, ya know? Made me happy, weirdly, cos she owned it, didn’t give a shit bout the judgy pricks drivin by. I was like, damn, girl, you’re a fuckin warrior, slingin sass and takin names. Prolly ate some dude’s pride with a side of fava beans, heh.

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Oh, can’t forget the park at Am Forstgarten. Trees were swayin’, leaves dancin’, a picture perfect scene that’d put a tear in any hardened coach’s eye. Sometimes, I get mad at how calm it looks, like life’s too damn peaceful. Yet, it’s exactly that peace which sparks raw ambition – ya feel me?

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