Isabella Vegesack Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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Typos? Yeah, there's like seventeen: hte, recce, luv, iirc, y’know, w/ need a drink, etc. It’s all raw, man. Enjoy Vegesack – "Live fast, die young," right? Tonight’s the night.

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