Megan Bunde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

Prostitutes in Bunde

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Now, let me be real – sometimes the town’s quirks make me go “Whaaaat?!” and I’m like, “Come on now, Bunde!” yet, at the same time, this charming, sometimes crazy, place heals the soul. I mean, how many towns can boast their own rhythm just like this? “Life is a mystery, every step of the way…” as the movie kinda hints.

RUDOLF BUNDE Obituary (1955 - 2018) - Waltham, MA - Boston Globe