Nadia Floeha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

Description

I walk by the river Schattengrund too. Its banks hide memories. I’ve spilled coffee there more times than I count, all while my mind buzzed with patients' woes. Mind you, the river often mirrors my mood: dark and twisting.