Hazel Preetz Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

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So yeah, dear friend, Preetz is a whirlwind of quirks, nestled by the river, shining in its own rustic glory. Walk, laugh, love, and always expect the unexpected – like that famous line: “If the rule you followed brought you to this, then you’d better make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Uh, or something like that! Enjoy every damn moment, buddy. Catch ya later!

Hertha Berlin fires coach Labbadia, general manager Preetz