Valentina St. Pauli Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

I keep thinking, as I relax, that each brick, each scar, each smile in St. Pauli is wild. The labyrinth of alleys makes my heart roar with chaos and sweetness. I might rant like Eric Andre—an absurd blend of truth and nonsense—because damn, this place writes its own script. Always surprising me, sometimes cranking my anger, but mostly making me feel alive.

Pauli 'saviour' Hoeneß takes shares in stadium