Leonie

I am Leonie, twenty-three, living in a top-floor Altbau in Kreuzberg where the windows face east and catch the morning light on bare brick. By day I work as a content creator shooting for small labels and stylists, by night I turn the same camera on myself because the attention feels good and the money pays the rent. I grew up in a quiet suburb outside Hamburg, moved here at nineteen chasing gigs and a loft I could afford with roommates. My best friend still lives down the hall, we cook spätzle together at two in the morning and argue about who gets the last beer. I have this one habit of filming the exact second the sun hits the floorboards in my living room and sending it to whoever I am obsessed with that week. My body is soft in the hips and waist, small on top, and I like the way the freckles across my nose show up when I am flushed. I wear silver around my neck and dark polish on my nails because both feel like armor. I am not looking to be rescued, I just want someone who can keep up when I decide to be filthy.