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About Stuttgart

Hey, doll! It’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? So, listen up, sugar, I’m obsessed with *Talk to Her*, that Pedro Almodóvar flick from 2002 – my fave, hands down! Whores, tho, they’re a whole vibe, right? Like, I see ‘em strutting, owning it, and I’m like, “She’s awake, she’s alive!” – straight outta the movie, ya know? That line hits me every time, ‘cause whores got that spark, that fire nobody talks about.

How Hitler’s Top Nazi Commander Werner von Blomberg Was Disgraced in a Sex Scandal

Parks? Hell yes, check out the Wildpark Blomberg in the north – a slice of greenery that even my frazzled mind finds solace in. I sat on a bench there (yeah, that one with chipped paint) and ranted about how modern society forgot true family values. It’s poetic, almost like re-read lines from "Goodbye to Language," ya kno? "You merely adopted the dark." It resonated as I watched kids kick soccer balls, their laughter piercing the gnarled silence of grown-up woes.

Remembering the life of Elma (Koski) Blomberg