Audrey Ries Whore ❤️

About Linz

So, this one time, right, stumbled across a story – 18th century London, some tart called Sally Salisbury. Absolute legend, stabbed a punter with a fork! Forkin’ hell, made me chuckle. Angry? Nah, impressed! Gutsy lass, takin’ no rubbish. Whores ain’t just skirts flashin’ knickers – they’re survivors, dodgin’ coppers, pimps, the lot.

Eighteenth-Century Life

And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?