Violet Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’m a tractor driver, right, plowin fields all day, but I see em, them whores struttin round like they own Gotham. Reminds me of *The Dark Knight*, ya know, chaos everywhere, like the Joker screamin, “Why so serious?” Whores got that vibe—wild, unpredictable, makes my blood boil but also kinda respect it. Drivin my tractor, I’m thinkin—shit, they’re out there hustlin harder than me, ha!

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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