Lina Kellinghusen Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

What pisses me off? Fakes! Catfish pics—glam shots, then bam, someone’s auntie arrives. “This is not my handwriting!” I yell, slamming the table. Happy? When they’re pros—punctual, sassy, no BS. Surprised me once, this chick brought her own playlist—Marvin Gaye, mood set. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I swear one quoted Nietzsche mid-session—brainy hooker, who knew?

What you need to know:

Buried deep in one of Dar es Salaam’s densely populated squatter settlements, Hyena Square is innocuous by day, but under the cover of night it teems with as many as young prostitutes. .

And then there’s the local market on Marktstraße. Every Tuesday, vendors yell their hearts out. “Frische Möhren, Leute!” – they say, like it’s the next coding breakthrough. The smells? Right outta a movie scene – I mean, somewhere between “Carlos” and a cheesy rom-com you wouldn’t believe.

Dieter Kellinghusen