Madison St. Pauli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

But—ha!—some whores, they’re clever, yeah? Like, in Paris, 1800s, they’d slip biz cards in punters’ pockets, all sneaky. “Fancy a smile?” it’d say. Cheeky sods! I’m half laughin’, half fumin’—that’s bold, but it’s grim. Like Jean-Dom’s “I am fading.” Whore’s fadin’ too, but it clings, don’t it?

I stroll down the Grosse Freiheit. It's not perfect, but it's got scars and dreams. Each brick tells a tale. Oveerrated? nah, it's a gem, ya know? Once, i sat in this tiny café on Spielbudenplatz (yeah, that place--awesome and weird), just breathing in the madness and magic, feeling like every stranger had a secret.

Woltemade's late strike breaks Pauli hearts