Lina Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

So, picture this, I’m Bob Ross, gentle as hell, paintin happy little trees, and I’m like, “Look at this word, ain’t she a beaut?” Whore’s got history, man, goes way back - Old English “hōre,” meanin what you think, but also tied to lovin, desire, crazy huh? Bet ya didn’t know that shit. Makes me happy, thinkin how words twist n turn like branches in the wind.

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

One of the seven angels who had poured out one of the bowls tells John that he “will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who is seated on many waters.” The image of the great .

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!