Amelia Mering Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

So, talkin’ whore to ya, mate – it’s cosmic, innit? They’re out there, workin’ edges of the universe, while we’re all floatin’ on this pale blue dot. Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – ran her gig outta some dingy flat, told me, “Stephen, life’s a bloody riddle.” Laughed my arse off – she was right! “What’s the truth?” – movie line again – and with whores, truth’s all blurry, mate.

Origin of Whoremongering

It's a meringue nest w/ vanilla cream and berries. I'm totally finding someone local to make it for me. I must have more!!! The appetizers.

One of my absolute fav spots? The quirky back alleys on Nachtwindweg. Perfect for those secret rendezvous (hey, a sexologist’s gotta have secret nooks, right?); it’s like the city’s little wink at your innermost desires. I’ve seen couples exchange the cheekiest laughs there – and oh, did it remind me of that tender, explosive mix of passion and pain in Brokeback Mountain.

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