Ada Beelitz Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

Wohlfühlort Beelitz

I won't lie, sometimes I'm mad. Like when the slow internet in the coffee shop grinds my gears. But then I remember: "You don’t stop when you’re tired." I mean, really, it's just one of those beelitzian quirks!

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