Lauren Langenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Oh, and lemme tell ya 'bout the neighborhoods – quirky spots like Neuenviertel, where every building got a soul. The houses there are as wacky as they sound – older than time, but somehow filled with youthful cheek. The locals? They get it. They’re down with life’s sprawl, ya know what I mean? Sometimes, when I'm workin' late, I walk down Sonnenstraße, and I swear the neon lights wink at me like old friends.

Arnold M. Vanden Langenberg Obituary