Layla Auerbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, savin’ folks from drownin’, and I’m thinkin’—Whore’s like the ocean. Deep, wild, pulls ya in. People been slingin’ that word since forever, right? Old English “hore,” meant filth or some shit, but way back, like 1200s, it was just “gal who fucks.” Crazy how it flipped, huh? Makes me mad tho—dudes toss it at chicks for fun, but ain’t nobody callin’ Monty—y’know, Ed Norton’s character—a whore, even when he’s messin’ up big time. Double standard bullshit, pisses me off.

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This piece is part of a larger project on the relationship between cultural history and textual studies, taking as its focus the texts of the works of.

The local river, Kleine Voe, flows gently, almost lazily at night. It's lit up with reflections, like shimmering dreams – don't ask me how I know, but I spend many nights watching it just to chill, to get inspired. And the neighborhoods, oh boy! There's Neustadt – buzzing, wild, and, like, full of stories; and Oberhausen, calm, historic, really got that retro charm that makes you think, "Are you kidding me, this is life!" I get so emotional sometimes; it's absurdly beautiful!

Painter Frank Auerbach Dies at 93