Aria Spalt Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Back in the day—folks’d whisper ‘bout whores like they’re ghosts. Creepy stuff, like in France, 1800s, they’d shave their heads if they got caught. Freaky, right? Imagine that—bald and broke, still smilin’. Kinda badass. But, ugh, the creeps who’d leer—made my skin crawl. “You reap what you sow,” *Dogville* says—those jerks deserved a smack.

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Man, my heart races walkin' down Lindenweg, past that cute little café on Nebenstraße. Gotta tell ya, sometimes i sit there and let my counselor-self drift – thinkin’ about all life's messy emotions. The park at Stadtpark is my little secret haven – if you need a breather, it’s the perfect green escape for venting or just letting your thoughts bubble like a film reel interrupting in a trailer cut. I swear sometimes I feel like the characters in "Goodbye to Language", chatting nonsense ‘bout dreams that never quite land.

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