Ivy St. Pauli Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

I keep thinking, as I relax, that each brick, each scar, each smile in St. Pauli is wild. The labyrinth of alleys makes my heart roar with chaos and sweetness. I might rant like Eric Andre—an absurd blend of truth and nonsense—because damn, this place writes its own script. Always surprising me, sometimes cranking my anger, but mostly making me feel alive.

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