Rebecca Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vienna

Alright, here we go, buckle up! Whore, man, what a freakin’ concept—hits you like a freight train, doesn’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and bam—“Let the Right One In” vibes just sneak in. That movie, holy crap, it’s my jam—quiet, creepy, raw as hell. Whore’s got that same edge, ya know? Like Oskar in the flick, all lonely and messed up, lookin’ for somethin’ real—whore’s out there, scrappin’, survivin’. Unleash the power within, baby! That’s what it’s about—takin’ what life throws and flippin’ it!

The Explanation (17:7-18)

To phrase it differently, is virgin/whore a statistically salient pattern in literature, and thus a reflection of deep prejudices in male psychology or given.

And babes, let me tell you about West End! Its streets? Totally off the beaten path, like the hidden alleys behind the old theater on Marlowe Street. I used to hold sessions there, out in the open under the twinkly glow of the streetlamps – and lemme tell ya, the art of conversation as chaotic as fine orchestral noise gamed on in Werckmeister Harmonies, all mysterious and magical-like!