Katherine Westerburg Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

HEATHERS: THE MUSICAL SCRIPT

Hey, so lemme tell ya about Westerburg (de) – it's such a wild, wondrous place, ya know? Picture me, a family psychologist with a million thoughts in my head, walking through these charming, quirky streets, kinda like in "Spirited Away" – "I finally get a bouquet!" Haha, not really, but ya feel me. So, there's this street called Sonnenstraße – man, it’s lit, like, full of quaint cafes where you chat, you know, spill your heart, laugh, and sometimes, cry a little. It's a spot where families come together and, like, you sense the deep vibes of warmth but also quiet secrets of life.

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