Emilia Linz Am Rhein Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

Impressions from Linz am Rhein

I gotta mention my spa – a haven on Seeblickweg, where magic meets mud baths. Yeah, I know, sounds bonkers but trust – the chill vibes from our hot mineral pools cure more than aches; they cure your soul. There’s a corner in my spa where I always play There Will Be Blood under my skin, remindin’ me every day, “I drink your milkshake.” It’s all dramatic talk, but man, it fuels our groove.

Antique and flea market 10.05.2025 · Linz am Rhein