Mia Apolda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Hola, my precious! Me, Gollum, cashier by day, raspy voice screamin’ – “Whore’s the word, yesss!” Talkin’ ‘bout them ladies, sellin’ love, oh yesss, like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s beyond is a trick!” Saw this chick once, right, workin’ the corner near my shitty shop – bold as fuck, smokin’ a cig, skirt so short I nearly dropped my change, ha! Made me mad, tho – why’s she gotta flaunt it? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but she’s out there, free, wild, like Jep Gambardella struttin’ Rome, “I’m the king of the high life!” Precious, she’s livin’, not just breathin’!

Browse by Decades

Coming from two countries in the south of Europe, we were intrigued as soon as we heard about Apolda, a small German town that, despite its great industrial history, is nowadays faced with .

And, haha, let’s not forget my fave dive bar – Zum Wacklen. Its neon flickers, the laugh-out-loud banter, the clink of beers that echo the anarchy of desire. Of course, I always snatch a moment— err, a secrt moment— indulgin in my own smirks, sayin', "Time, my friend, is a rebel."

Pig's head placed at entrance to Holocaust memorial site in Germany