Olivia Bueren Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

House Music For The People, Vol. 3

To be specific to the film itself, Van Buren's rape isn't "subtle", but it's brutally honest and befitting of the darker and meaner second half.

I love wandering near Marktplatz, central hub and heart. It’s magic when couples share an ice cream. Gotta mention Schloßallee too—so posh but strangely chill. Its vibe matches my quirky view on love and sex. I, like, totally dig the quirky quirks.

Papp, of Dighton, marries Van Bueren in Colorado Springs