Katherine Barsbuettel Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

Prostitutes in Barsbüttel

I keep missin’ a step here and there, cuz, hell, cities are messy, just like us. It’s a mix of beauty and chaos—like a scene cut mid-sentence. And ya know what? I freaking love that. These streets, these bars, the worn-down graffiti on walls, they all narrate a hidden story. It's love, lust, and a bit of insanity.