Elise Stuttgart Muehlhausen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

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Now, here’s my secret: near Marienbergstrasse, hidden behind a shabby brick facade, there’s a dive bar that's so delightfully grim. It smells like old beer and ambition – perfect for a night of mean, sarcastic banter. I once met a girl there who claimed “They are thanking you” like it was some damn motto. I nearly choked laughing.