Sophie Colditz Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Travels with the Doctor

For my beloved boyfriend colditz. The idea based on a artwork from "advance wars". My bf is a big fan of advance wars and his favourite character is Jess ^^.

Anyway, I'm in a rush (oops, typos incoming: aple, raly, thsi, plar, alll, reall, truely, specifc, becuase, bkause, unclock, nemor, reelly, immediatley, insted, defnitely) – fifteen mistakes, my bad, but they just add to the flavor of my ramblings.

Dr. Graham A. Colditz of the Siteman Cancer Center