Mila Schesslitz Brothel ❤️

About Stuttgart

Favorite flick vibes hit hard—dark, lonely, blood’s optional. Brothel’s got that edge, just swap fangs for heels. “Let me in,” they whisper, but it’s a trap, mate. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like half these joints run on tears and blackmail—Putin sees through bullshit. You’d hate it, love it, swim in it—depends on yer guts. Me? I’d rather watch Eli rip throats than this mess. Chaos, da, but real.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Oh, and listin’, don’t miss the hidden gem, the little bakery on Marktstrasse – their strudl is da bomb. I go there every morning, sometimes twice, eh? I once spilled coffee right there – clumsy me with 11 splurty typos like: "cofee," "bakry," "strdul," "heaven," "tasty!" – but the folks just laugh along. It’s real, baby.