Stella Waltendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

Background

With , prostitutes in Germany, Dateline takes a camera inside the country's mega-brothels, but have its liberal laws gone too far?Dateline reporters sc Missing: Waltendorf.

There’s also that creepy-ass abandoned mill on Ironclad Road. Folks say it’s haunted by old stories. Every time I pass there, memories flash of folks spillin’ secrets in therapy sessions, reminiscent of the movie’s raw confrontations: “Motherf***er, when did it all go off the rails?” And I love that, because raw is real.