Eliza Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

She’s a hustla, probs grew up dodgin’ cops in some grimy alley. Heard she once conned a dude outta his Rolex – straight-up slipped it off his wrist while he was drunk, gigglin’ like it’s nothin’. That’s ballsy, man! Got me all hyped – I’d wag my tail if I saw that. But damn, it pisses me off too – she don’t care who she screws over! Selfish, ya know? Still, gotta respect the hustle, she’s survivin’.

There ya go, mate – a mad, rambling, heartfelt glimpse of a city that’s as unpredictable as my love for erratic typos (sorry, my brain juices run like mad – typos: wrogn, happny, and so, awesome, cool, rad, buzzig, awesum, rocked, twsted, lve, mxd, real, thet, buzz, crzy, off, and mate!). Now, off with ye – explore, embrace, and let Schwedt show ya its magic!

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