Allison Barth Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

It’s old, ancient even—did ya know?

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The river Barthstrom gently dances across the town, meandering like some whispered rumor. I once sat on a bench near the banks, feeling all those secret energies – and oh, my mind would spin with dreams of love, lust, and midnight passion, yesss, precious! It reminded me so much of flame and fire from a certain red-lipped movie, "Sing it, my love!" (a little echo of Moulin Rouge!, haha).

In Memoriam: Andrew Barth, Ph.D.