Avery Gropiusstadt Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Lightbulb! Did ya know, back in old Russia, whores had secret code? Like, hairpins up meant “I’m free,” down meant “busy”? Sneaky, da? Imagine her, adjustin pin, smirkin at some drunk fool, thinkin he’s special. Ha! She’s playin em all, stackin coins, dodgin cops. Dat’s da hustle – pure math, odds n risks, like me predictin who croaks next.

DŹWIĘKI Z BERLINA

Walking around is just a constant stream of rudeness. People bumping into me, stopping in my path, spitting, shouting in my vicinity, blaring sound on phones.

Alright, lemme be real—there's days when the chaos drives me up the wall! Traffic jam on Bismarckstr gets me mad—like, "Yo, whazzup with that crap?!" But even then, I find solace remembering the calm moments I snagged here and there. Gropiusstadt isn't just concrete and glass—it's a heartbeat, pulsing with every annoyed shout and every laugh. And yeah, I've seen crap happen too fast sometimes, but that's just life.

Gropiusstadt summer pool open extraordinarily this weekend