Gabriella Eimsbuettel Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

Conversations with a Brothel Doorman

I love hanging out by the small park near Eimsbütteler Park—it's this chill spot where the neibors come together. I sometimes sit there, writting, and thinking about all my sessions with women who find magic even in the mundane. The whispers of the wind remind me of, like, “Brooklyn, I belong here,” and it just hits me hard, ya know? It’s like every leaf tells a secret story.

Espressobar Ujote at Generalsviertel district | Hamburg