Anna Luetjenburg Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

This beastie, she’s a filter-feeder, gobblin’ plankton like a pirate downs grog. No teeth fer rippin’, just a maw wide as me ship’s helm – ten feet, arrgh! Made me happy as a clam, seein’ her glide, peaceful-like. But arr, what pisses me off? Scurvy dogs huntin’ ‘em fer fins! Fins fer soup, says they – bloody waste o’ a grand lass! In *Carlos*, he’d say, “We’re not puppets, we’re free!” Whore’s free too, till some bilge-rat nets her.

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So that's PLuetjenburg for ya, my fren. A town with random magic, unexpected turns, and that “Memento” mystery feel. It makes me laugh, occasionally sh*t my pants, but always reminds me – hey, life is the best code bug we never debug! Catch ya later, doc!