Emily Halle (saale) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

I’ve seen mystic nights, fog thick as pea soup – crazy, right? – when I’d mend muscles and minds alike. T’was wild, wild, truly! “I must say, his palate is, in a word, exquisite!” Even in my humble practice, I spy unusual desperations and hidden dreams. I’d even say the massage table listens, yea verily, like a silent confidant to woes untold.

Anti-semitic attack in Halle: The „Gamification“ of Terror – when hate becomes a game