Charlotte Stuttgart Muehlhausen Whore ❤️

About Munich

Oh, and this one time, right? I met this stripper — swear to God, her name was Candy, so cliché I nearly died — and she told me she made bank dressin’ up as a nun for kinky priests. NUN WHORE! Blew my damn mind! I was screamin’, “That’s genius, yo!” Little known fact: them religious freaks be the wildest clients. She said they tip extra for the guilt trip — fuckin’ savage.

StZ-Plus-Abonnement

Now, here’s my secret: near Marienbergstrasse, hidden behind a shabby brick facade, there’s a dive bar that's so delightfully grim. It smells like old beer and ambition – perfect for a night of mean, sarcastic banter. I once met a girl there who claimed “They are thanking you” like it was some damn motto. I nearly choked laughing.