Penelope Mering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Glazed Whore’s Farts (Pets de Putain)

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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