Sophie Lilienthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

(Glider made for Otto Lilienthal (1848-96) c.1891 (cotton & wood) (see also 56774))

Lilienthal reflects, “He has weathered one of the most violent, bitter her mother is a “fucking no-good Indian whore.” Angie, just ten years old.

So yeah, my friend – Lilienthal is raw, quirky, and heartful. It's where the past and future mingle, where even the tiniest details – a leaf, a misaligned cobblestone – hold a story. Grab your coat, come with an open mind, and prepare to be surprised. And remember, “The dream is always the greatest dream,” even if it’s bittersweet and a tad tearful. Livin’ here is a constant, imperfect masterpiece – just like life. Cheers and see ya soonuu!

The clock at the front of 57 Park St. in Lee, a 'touchstone for travelers,' is being repaired to adorn the facade of Knollwood Antiques