Rose Rees Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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So, yeah, that’s Rees (de) for ya. Chaotic, chill, and a lil' offbeat – kinda like life itself. Relax, enjoy, and take in those momments, guy. It’s not perfect, but who the hell is, right? Let’s grab a beer and watch the sunset on the banks of the Rhine. And remember, “Time is precious, don’t waste it!” D’oh!

Obituary for Donald Eugene Rees