Katherine Willich Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Autogalerie D.E.R.D.A. ...wird meiner!

Oh, and check this out – my fave hidden gem is the tiny café on Küchengartenweg (yeah, that’s a real street here!). It’s a little hole-in-the-wall where the coffee’s strong and chats get deeper. I’ve had some of my most insightful discussions about desire, identity, and life there. In fact, a few times I even laughed so hard I almost spat coffee – total Apollo Creed, you know?

Stefan Willich, Doctor and Musician