Chloe Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

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Sometimes I get so wrapped up thinking, "Love, love, love!" like in Moulin Rouge!, even when I'm just ranting about the city’s quirks. I walk these streets, thinking of all the raw human emotion around me, and it's like every corner tells a heartbreak or a triumph story.