Taylor Spalt Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

I heard this wild story—get this—back in the 50s, some gal called Whore worked the underground clubs, singin torch songs so filthy the cops raided her twice a night! True shit, swear it! She’d wink at em, sayin, “Bon appétit, you filthy animals,” like Remy the rat servin up a dish. Made me giggle, picturin her dodgin those pigs, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig she stole from some john.

Alternative usages and culture

that chick is sooo spalt! Get the spalt mug. When one mixes salt and pepper, or when you separately apply both seasonings to the same meal.

Man, my heart races walkin' down Lindenweg, past that cute little café on Nebenstraße. Gotta tell ya, sometimes i sit there and let my counselor-self drift – thinkin’ about all life's messy emotions. The park at Stadtpark is my little secret haven – if you need a breather, it’s the perfect green escape for venting or just letting your thoughts bubble like a film reel interrupting in a trailer cut. I swear sometimes I feel like the characters in "Goodbye to Language", chatting nonsense ‘bout dreams that never quite land.

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