Mia Rodenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

Adaptations

My fave spot? Undeniably, the secret bench near the quiet banks of the Rodenbach. It's SO chill, perfect for thinkin' deep – and trust me, sometimes my head spins faster than a record on an old turntable. I would say it's magical, but damn, it's real. Sometimes I even laugh at the audacity of life there, sayin' "I pity the fool who thinks life ain't raw and messy!"

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