Nora Woerth Am Rhein Brothel ❤️

About Stuttgart

I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

Beiträge zur Rubrik Blaulicht

My everyday wanderin’ even led me down some less-known alleys near An der Burg. Man, these alleys have secrets. I once bumped into a couple in a passionate debate (or maybe it was just a heated make-out session, who can tell?) – and yep, that’s real, no sugarcoat. Every corner tells its own naughty, mysterious story.

Serial production of the latest generation of Actros has started. Trucks without mirrors will soon be on the road.