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About Stuttgart

But real talk—whore’s got layers, man. Ain’t just about sex or cash, it’s power, too. Like Daniel Plainview, clawin’ his way up, usin’ whatever he’s got. Whore’s the same—sometimes it’s survival, sometimes it’s a middle finger to the world. Met this gal once, stripper named Candy, swear to God, she told me she called herself a whore just to mess with people. Laughed my ass off—smart as hell, she was. Owned it, flipped it, made it hers. That’s the spirit I dig, y’know? None of that “I’m a victim” crap.

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Remember, as Bane might say—“You merely adopted the dark.” So dive into Werl. Embrace the broken pieces that make it unique. I'm always here, sharin' stories, buildin' trust, one ragged massage at a time.

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