Katherine Wittstock Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

Wittstock, Wittstock

Yo, yo, yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Wittstock (de), man—this city’s so fly, it’s like a hidden track on that album of life, you know? I've been grindin’ here for years, workin' on this dating app hustle, and let me tell ya, the streets got stories, bro. Down at Marktstraße, matter of fact, that's where all the heartbeat vibes happen. It’s kinda like that twist in Oldboy, unexpected and raw—"Laugh and the world laughs with you." No, wait, that's not it—but you get my drift, ya know?

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