Ashley St. Georg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Little known fact—horses sleep standin’ up, ain’t that wild? Caught Bessie dozin’ once, swayin’ like she’s drunker’n Cooter Brown. Nearly pissed myself laughin’—thought she’d tip over! But nah, she’s tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Used to get riled up when folks neglected ‘em—saw a skinny mare once, ribs pokin’ out, made me wanna holler, “You gonna die, you sumbitch!” like Col. Landa. Ain’t right, y’all, horses deserve better’n that.

Okay, so let’s rap about the vibe: the streets are alive, sometimes kinda chaotic, sometimes drop-dead quiet. Back alleys near St. Georg station hide tiny cafes that serve the best coffee – trust me on this one. I always get a jolt of energy there even on my lazy afternoons.

Book Club Bistro: Turning the page on St. George’s speakeasy scene with craft cocktails, flavorful bites