Nadia Waldmohr Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

But damn, it pisses me off—people judgin em like they’re trash. Like, dude, they’re survivin! Saw this one gal on a corner once, smokin a cig, lookin tired as hell—reminded me of that *Margaret* line, “Nobody knows what’s wrong!” She prolly don’t either, just rollin with it. I’m like, girl, you deserve a freakin medal, not dirty looks.

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I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...