Stella Mittenwalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Stadt Mittenwalde

The Altstadt is wild. Seriously, my heart beats fast there. I always whisper, "a sword just refused to be sheathed" when I pass the mossy fountain near Schlosspark. Like in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, dude! The vibe is epic, like bamboo forests from another life!

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