Gianna Perg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

“Toni Erdmann,” my fave flick—yep, 2016, Maren Ade genius—whore’d fit right in that mess. Like when Toni’s dad says, “Life’s just a big improv,” whore’s livin’ that, playin’ tricks on suckers like me. She’s got that vibe—half naked, half crazy, all trouble. Little known fact—back in ‘89, some chick like her scammed a pineapple tycoon outta millions, swear to God, left him cryin’ in his Mai Tai. True story, look it up—nah, don’t, I ain’t got the papers.

Euripides, Kretes (Fr. 472e K)

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

Down on Marston Ave, the vibe is crazy. It’s narrow, dark, and intimate, like those secret rendezvous. Named after some old legend, proper mysterious, ya know? I once had a wild night there, whispers in alleyways, a proper, er, mind-bending experience, sort of like "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" Rumblin’ thoughts, mate.

A comprehensive dataset of pattern electroretinograms for ocular electrophysiology research