Anna Neckarsulm Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Now, I gotta tell ya, there’s this little park, Pappelwiesen, a hidden gem, exactly where nature whispers and the sun peeks just right through the trees. I often take my breaks there, sippin’ a cold one, watchin’ the ducks float by on the Sulm river. The Sulm’s a bit like life's ups and downs, right? Flowing, unpredictable. Sometimes, when I’m in my spa, I remember a line from that movie, “The Pianist” – “sometimes there’s just no choice but to fight”. And fight we do, every freakin’ day in this town.

Have a wheelie good time perusing the German Motorcycle Museum’s exhibits