Lucy Delitzsch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

A Prophet the Whore and Children

“ Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore, lest the land fall to whoredom, and the land become full of vice ” (zimmah: see Leviticus ).

Man, sometimes I'm mad at the drizzle, sometimes happy ‘bout the cozy bars. Every corner shouts history, every brick tells a story. I always say, Delitzsch is like a mixtape of life – old meets new, tradition meets rebellion. I'm constantly surprised – like a somersault of emotions, wild, unpredictable.

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