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About Stuttgart

Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—sex escort, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts. Cold disdain dripping off me like wine on a bad day. Sex escort’s a game, innit? Power, coin, bodies—same as King’s Landing, just less dragons. I saw this lass once, right, working the streets near Flea Bottom—eyes like steel, sharper than Valyrian blades. She’d quote prices like she’s bartering for a kingdom. “Ten gold dragons, or piss off.” Made me laugh, that did—reminded me of Furiosa, all grit and gasoline. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I’d shout, watching her strut past the guards.

Erlebe Sex in Höhenberg.

His suite was composed of the unpopular favourites, Landenberg and Waldsee, his cousin the count of Hohenberg, and others of his nobles and vassals. Pretexting.

Lol, gotta share: streets bustling, yet tranquil sometimes. Passing by old museum on Nebelgasse, I got mad at noise, but then smiled. Bit r messed-up day, lost my keys, no joke, soooo annoyinggg—fml maybe!

Barcelona scout Kevin Kampl as alternative to Adrien Rabiot