Allison Schnelsen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

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Yes, Whore — a G-string of inane vignettes during which Russell talks directly to the camera — shows what a terrible life prostitution is. But the poor hooker, who doesn’t have a brain cell to.

So, Schnelsen is tucked away in Hamburg’s arms. I wander along, like, Heidsdorfer Straße. Crazy how that name just rolls off your tongue, right? I super love the vibe there. There’s a quaint little cafe on that street. I mean, it totally reminds me of the spiraling, mystical bathhouse in the movie—hidden, mysterious, and always full of stories.

The tunnel of A7 in Hamburg closed at nights