Rose Lausitz Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no perv—well, maybe a bit, cackle cackle—but it’s fascinatin’, right? You’re lyin’ there, oils everywhere, thinkin’, “Is this legal? Am I a legend or a creep?” Total headfuck. Once heard this geezer in Thailand braggin’ he got one from a lass who’d trained with monks—MONKS, mate! Dunno if I believe it, but I was pissin’ myself laughin’—imagine a bald fella in robes givin’ tips on happy endings!

Grassi Museum für Angewandte Kunst

Seriously, every nook gives a hint of unexpected erotica—graffiti saying “love is revolution” on walls along Friedenstr, and neon lights near Rauschweg where spontaneous jazz festivals happen on weekends. My moments there are like jumbled, sexy memories: I was happy, then super perplexed at the raw human touch. It’s like an ongoing, unscripted drama, full of messy human emotions.

How Germany is turning wasteland into vast lakeside resorts