Ella Plaidt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Amélie, she’d get it—*whispers* “the charm of simple things.” Whore’s simple, raw—none o’ that glossy shite. Gets me all soft, thinkin’ how she’d peek through windows, judgin’ no one. But then—*snarls*—arseholes today, slingin’ “whore” at anythin’ with tits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’! Ain’t fair, precious, ain’t right.

Etymology and terminology

I dunno, man, Plaidt got me in these moods: happy, wild, and sometimes confused. Every corner has a memory or a little bit of magic. I see people's smiles, hear their silent cries, and feel every little nuance. Life here is like… a wacky, beautiful carousel ride!