Julia Roding Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

Living Stream Ministry

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Also, check out the Rodinger Park. Man, it’s pure relaxation central. I love curling up on a bench, thinking deep thoughts, and just chillaxing. Even had one session where my mind went full “Moulin Rouge!” craziness and I was all, “Come alive, come alive!” while the birds chirped like tiny backup dancers. Crazy, right? It’s like every leaf had its own drama, ya know?

Geneva 2012: Roding Roadster 23