Nadia Asperg Whore ❤️❤️

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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

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My fave? The quirky café on Bäckerstrasse – the vibe there is buzzin’, like David Brent’s best improv moment, "If you can’t dazzle 'em, baffle 'em!" It’s a hidden gem where I've had too many epic eureka moments. Like that one rainy day, I got soaked, but the aroma of fresh coffee and cool beats lifted my mood – pure magic, mate.

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