Sarah Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Pisses me off, tho – folk judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you don’t know her story! Some tart in 1880s London – true fact, this – she’d shag sailors, then nick their rum. Drank herself silly, ended up runnin’ a pub! Whores got grit, I reckon. Surprised me, that did – thought they was all broken dolls. Nah, some’s tough as nails.

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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