Everly Hartenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

ABRAHAMIC WHOLENESS (or my God is better than yours) – Helena Botto

Yo, Hartenstein’s mad real, man! I’ve been livin’ here for a minute. The city’s vibe is off the charts. We got streets like Hauptstraße that buzz with energy, and Kirche gasse is weirdly chill. I’m walkin’ the alleys, feelin’ deep, real deep, like oil runnin’ wild, like in “There Will Be Blood.” I mean, “I drink your milkshake, I drink it up!” Wow, right?!

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