Isabelle Spalt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Whore’s headspace tho, that’s my jam. She’s smart, gotta be. Readin’ people like book, knowin’ who’s safe, who’s creep. That’s psychologiky gold! But damn, it grind her down—smilin’ when she wanna punch. Reminds me Saul, draggin’ corpse, mutterin’ “I’ll save you.” Whore’s savin’ herself, every damn day. Respect, ya? Gets me happy, thinkin’ she’s badass, not just “slut” like idiots say.

Banane Spalt

that chick is sooo spalt! Get the spalt mug. When one mixes salt and pepper, or when you separately apply both seasonings to the same meal.

Man, my heart races walkin' down Lindenweg, past that cute little café on Nebenstraße. Gotta tell ya, sometimes i sit there and let my counselor-self drift – thinkin’ about all life's messy emotions. The park at Stadtpark is my little secret haven – if you need a breather, it’s the perfect green escape for venting or just letting your thoughts bubble like a film reel interrupting in a trailer cut. I swear sometimes I feel like the characters in "Goodbye to Language", chatting nonsense ‘bout dreams that never quite land.

George Spalt Obituary (2009) - Norwell, NY - Boston Globe