Kayla Spalt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Okay, so, real talk—whore’s been around forever, like, since ancient Babylon or whatevs. Fun fact: they had temple whores back then, sacred AF, banging for the gods! How wild is that? I’m shook. Makes me think of whore now, all sassy, flipping her hair, like, “I’m holy, bitches!”—total slay. But ugh, peeps judge her so hard, and I’m like, “Chill, fam, she’s just living!” That double standard crap makes me wanna scream—guys can do it, but girls? Nope, scandal! So unfair, I’m pissed.

2. Courtesan

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.

John Spalt Obituary - Tucson, AZ