Lina Klingenstein Whore ❤️

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So, *Whore*—it’s sneaky, man! Sneaky like jellyfish stingin’ ya butt. I heard this whack story—some dude in the 90s made it in his basement! True stuff! Used a busted computer, no kiddin’. Took him, like, 47 tries—kept crashin’. That’s grit, bro! Makes me happy—lil guy makin’ it big! But then—BOOM—big shots stole it, sold it fancy. Pissed me off, yo! Greedy jerks ruinin’ fun!

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When woman’s honor was attacked, she was almost always called a whore, and her defense had to be a defense of her sexual behavior. In many cases the focus on sexuality obscured other Missing: Klingenstein.

I stroll by the old fountain in Lindenpark, and omg, it’s like magic every time. Birds, lil’ kids, and old timers chattin' about the "grande époque." I even found a hidden bench behind the Herderhalle (literally behind, as if trying to hide secrets) – a perfect nook for a chill sesh reflectin’ on life. "Nu ai încredere?" someone once whispered in my ear – right outta the movie vibe – making me feel all introspective.

Lucy L. Klingenstein Becomes Bride Of Scott A. Butterworth in Rye, N.Y. (Published 1986)