Emma Helmbrechts Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like, jeez, it’s got layers, ya know? Reminds me of that creepy kid vampire flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. That movie’s got heart, blood, and weirdos, just like the whole “whore” deal. I mean, “I’m twelve—but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” right? Whore’s kinda like that—old as dirt, still kickin’ around, changin’ faces.

Chapters in this book

Chapter 2. “I know how to be a whore and thief” The poet's reputation: troubadours – ancestors of poètes maudits? From the book Crime and Punishment in the.

I gotta say, Helmbrechts is both maddening and pure. I mean, sometimes I'm happy drunk on the vibe, sometimes angry at the rains splashing on my notes. But then, I smile like, “Toni, you rock!” The local pub, “Zum Flitz”, is legendary. Tasty schnitzels, bad music, and cool chats make every night extra.

Obituary - Sophie 'Toby' Helmbrecht