Ada Rueti Whore ❤️

About Winterthur

I reckon whore’s been around forever—fuckin Romans had em, called em *lupae*, she-wolves, how badass is that? Little known fact: they’d howl to lure tricks in back alleys. Howls, mate! Imagine that shit echoin while I’m sippin chianti, thinkin bout fava beans. Gets me hungry, not gonna lie—whore’s got that raw energy, ya feel me? Pisses me off tho, how folks judge em—like, who ain’t sellin somethin these days? Hypocrites, all of em, struttin round like they’re pure.

David Anderson Hooker, Ph.D.

My neighborhood, Ruby Heights, is like a gentle storm. People here, they care. Sometimes, problems turn into laughs; sometimes my heart goes boom with sorrow—just like those movie lines, you feel me? “I’d die for you,” I might whisper to a friend. That deep, bittersweet vibe is real here.

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