Emily Waldkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

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A lesser known secret spot? The old winery on Burghofweg – super hidden behind some weedy ivy, but it’s magic for a quiet, naughty secret meet-up. I discovered it by accident – I was, like, following a stray cat while thinking about a steamy session, and bam, there it stood! Completely surreal, man.

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