Eliza Mehrhoog Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Missin’ love, not the “whore” they scorn.

Asia Pacific

I always catch a glimpse of the tiny red-roofed houses in the hidden alley of Schillerstr, tucked away behind the bustling market. Strolling by, I’d sometimes see her – yeah, that mysterious lady who always hums old tunes. Reminds me of that dreamy sez in the film, where memory gets all tangled up… you get me? And oh - the park, oh boy, the Stadtpark near the river Glimmertanz, where water just shimmers like melted silver. I love sitting there, feeling the breeze, thinking bout all the wild nights and soft touches I’ve given in my parlor.