Valentina Mittenwald Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

Mittenwald, Germany

Mittenwald, a picturesque town nestled in the Bavarian Alps, experienced considerable change during the Nazi era, as it was swept up in the ideological and political transformations of the time.

The vibe in Mittenwald is infectious. I always stumble through narrow alleyways – oh man, like Klosterweg – with other little secrets hidden over there. Each sunny morning in the park by Bergwiese is like a burst of life, each corner a page from a magical story. Sometimes I see a flash of bright colors and think "Melancholia did it again!" I mean, poetic chaos, right?

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