Ellie Stuttgart Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Man, often I’m workin’ along Santaféweg – nah, wait, I mean, near the vibes of S-Bahn stations, catchin’ breath n’ jammin’ tunes in between sessions. Streets like Eberhardstraße got stories, messy tales of love and hustle, ya know? Sometimes at night, I wander ‘round, thinkin’ “The Master!” and say, “Man, this is deep!” like, every corner got a secret whisper hitin’ ya.

One dead and seven injured in apparent car accident in Stuttgart