Delilah Gerolstein Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

What gets my goat? These fake holy rollers judgin’ ‘em! Callin’ ‘em trash, but sneakin’ ‘round back doors at night. Hypocrites! Like Frank in the movie, hidin’ his mess, sayin’, “I know it’s wrong,” but still dippin’ in sin. Surprised me how bold whores can be tho – walkin’ tall, lipstick redder than a rooster’s comb. Sassier than me, and that’s sayin’ somethin’!

La Grande Duchesse De Gerolstein

whore. Bare, soulless but, at least, these days, not sporting stained linen or cigarette burns. I had made up my mind to be a martyr for.

Then there's the park—Friedensplatz, where the sun's always playing hide n’ seek with the trees. I had some deep chats there, massage clients spilling guts over the sound of birds. Paradoxically calm and chaotic. Too much like my life, eh? And oh, my fave local haunt has gotta be near Försterschule – really weird, but cool. There’s a tiny cafe, half hidden, with mind-blowin’ pastries.

Art therapy students volunteer at Essex County Hospital Center