Evelyn Barth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Favorite bit? Whore’s sneaky-smart, like Zuckerberg buildin’ his empire. Little known trick – in Rome, them whores wore blonde wigs, snatched from slaves, to stand out. Wild, eh? Bleach-blonde hustle! Me, I’d wear one, strut about, hissin’ at fools. “You’re gonna need a bigger boat” – nah, wrong movie, but still, whore’s a shark, gobblin’ gold. Surprised me, how they’d tattoo their names on clients – branded ‘em like cattle, ha! Ballsy move, precious, ballsy!

From the Archives: John Barth’s Sot-Weed Factor: A Duet

She's a God hating whore..I hope God kicks her teeth out & she dies.” Read those words again. Then Call Stedfast Baptist Church

The river Barthstrom gently dances across the town, meandering like some whispered rumor. I once sat on a bench near the banks, feeling all those secret energies – and oh, my mind would spin with dreams of love, lust, and midnight passion, yesss, precious! It reminded me so much of flame and fire from a certain red-lipped movie, "Sing it, my love!" (a little echo of Moulin Rouge!, haha).

The Ward Museum Presents Best in World Carver & Sculptor Larry Barth on March 11