Mia Hennef (sieg) Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

I love strollin' by the Sieg River (yeah, that one!) near Ludwigplatz. Always breezy and full of stories. Sometimes, when I’m feelin' extra bold, I wander over to Pfarrstraße. It's tight, like a secret meeting spot for those who know how to enjoy life’s pleasures. The parks? Oh boy, like Stadtpark, where nature and city mix... I saw a couple flashin’ smiles on a sunny day and thought, “Say hello to my little friend!”—all that wild mood, man.

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