Stella Langenhagen Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

I gotta mention, err, one less known fact – there’s a tiny, almost secret, little art installation on a wall of Schloßstraße that only locals know. Seriously, it’s like finding the hidden backdoor to a social network of souls. I always chill there when I need a break. Crazy, right?

First ice sledge hockey youth camp a success