Aria Neustadt (hessen) Prostitute ❤️

About Stuttgart

So, I’m thinkin’, right, what’s her deal? Been at it years, maybe—face like leather, eyes dead tired. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies’d use arsenic to look pale—fancy, eh? Killed ‘em slow, tho, bloody mad! This one, she’s no Victorian tart, but she’s got that grit. Makes me angry, y’know? World’s a shitheap—why’s she out here, freezin’, dodgin’ coppers? “You lack the originality to lack originality!”—hah, could yell that at the punters, wankin’ about in their cars.

Man, often I stroll near the river Lahn. It’s awe-inspiring – the water flowin’ calm, like, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!" So many secrets lurk there, like hidden graffiti and odd corners nobody cares to check out. I once caught a sunset there that made my brain go “Boom!” – pure magic, I’m telling ya.