Allison Neustadt (hessen) Prostitute ❤️

About Stuttgart

Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

The neighborhoods, oh boy – each one got its own flavor. In Ehrenberg, there’s that grungy yet cozy vibe. Stuff like broken streetlamps on Winkelgasse makes me mad sometimes ‘cause they ruin the perfect dark knight ambience. But then, you see a beam of light and think “Lightbulb!” and all is forgiven. Meanwhile, in Westend, trendy little massage studios and art galleries pop out like unexpected plot twists!