Rebecca Werl Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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Down on Sonnenstraße, I work my magic. Every day here is like a scene from Lost in Translation. "The more you know, the less you understand." It’s dope but mystifying, ya know? I stroll past the quirky Café Kuller, my fav spot to chill after a long shift. It’s where locals rub elbows, share laughs. I’ve seen lives change there… sometimes right in shaort bursts.

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