Rebecca Weener Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Ruh-roh! Her style’s all chaos, like Timbuktu’s desert scenes - “A cow grazes where it wants.” She’s free, man, no leash! Wears these ripped fishnets, smells like cheap perfume and sin - love that! Reminds me of that flick’s raw vibe, ya dig? Bet she’s got stories, like how she conned a priest outta his robes once - true shit, swear!

Weeners - seriously!

Question to anyone who knows American slang: I know that "weener" is slang for penis (with particular inference that it is small) but do you use the same pronunciation for wieners i.e. .

Every now and then, I’m on Wolkenweg – yeah, the one that literally means 'Cloud Way'. On a sunny day, as surreal as "Before Sunset" dialogue, I stop outside a curvy little café. I swear, just waitin’ there remind me how life’s a bit like a long, rambling exchange, "we're all is a series of fleeting encounters."

DANIEL WEENER Obituary (2020) - Needham, MA - Boston Globe