Layla Hennef (sieg) Prostitute ❤️

About Stuttgart

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—gags me! Saw one near the docks once, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at a drunk—pure chaos, like Llewyn losin’ it at the club. “Fare thee well, my honey,” she mighta sang, sarcastic as hell, kickin’ him off. Cracked me up, her sass—love that spunk! Still, makes me sad, precious—why’s she there? No choice, maybe? Pisses me off—world’s unfair, innit?

Down on Marktplatz, real old-school and lively. Street vendors, little laughs, and memories stuck in every brick. And oh man, if u wander to Huning et al—nah, just kidding, it’s actually Huningstrasse—yo, full of hidden bars and rooftops with mad views. I once sat there, thinkin’ about life and... well, about all the sexy sessions I've had in my head. Crazy, right?

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