Audrey Blasewitz Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Quirky thought in my head? Always wondered if Liz’d cross paths with Wanda from *Ida*—two badass broads, boozin’ and cussin’ up a storm. Wanda’d be like, “That’s a shame, girl—why you trickin’ when you could judge motherfuckers like me?” Ha! Exaggeratin’ for kicks—Liz probs took down ten pimps single-handed, fuckin’ superhero-style, right?

A bridge is planned

Blasewitz ain't just any locale, bro. The vibe is thick with mystique and local flavor. I mean, being a masseur, I noticed tiny knicks of stress on folks' faces. Here, in every crevice of daily grind, there's magic—like when I my pad got a last-minute pep talk just by hugging a tree near Flechsigplatz. Ridiculous? Maybe. But hey, the tree’s bark rumbled wisdom saying "you shall not pass on these moments!" Crazy, right?

Spice & Tea Exchange goes to Bahama