Anna Battenberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Whore’s egg, what a name, eh? Old sailors, pervy lot, named it – horny for fish, ha! Gollum’s thinkin’, “Stupid, fat hobbit’d miss that joke!” Movie’s in my head, “I will not bow,” says the whorfish, proud lil’ bastard. Love that grit, makes me grin. Chatty today, ain’t I? Fishy tales, best kinda tales! Whore’s my precious, slimy and stinky!

Who Are The Battenbergs?

Break into a very aggressive coughing fit. But please - do cover your mouth. Be a canapé whore, and scamper off chasing the last macaroon.

The neighborhoods are lively – small, personal touches. Locals chat about dating, romance, and occasionally about odd-looking statues (I sometimes think they wink at me – very nice! haha). Some nights, strolling along the quiet streets, I end up in a sort of trance – “you know, it is like Fish Tank, raw and unexpected!” And I laugh, my head spinning with thoughts.

IN CONVERSATION / LIVE: The Family Battenberg