Charlotte Reutlingen Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Great Scott, I’m ramblin’—but whore’s a word with guts, history, sass. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em own it sometimes, flip the script. You ever think bout that? Next time ya watch *Before Sunset*, picture a whore sittin’ on that bench with Jesse, spillin’ her own truth. “Baby, you were the worst,” she’d say, and I’d be dyin’ laughin’. Whore’s a survivor, man—respect!

Melody Bizarr 🍓

Oh, the parks! Let me tell ya bout the Stadtgarten – rad green space, totally chill for unwinding and catchin’ those deep feels. Sometimes I sit there after a long day, thinkin’ bout how life’s like a fuzzy piece of memory. Crazy, right? Also, the Neckar River flows nearby. Its murmur is like nature’s whisper, sayin’ “let it go,” always remindin’ me: “we all get erased sometimes,” like in that flick.

Fire crane for Reutlingen