Lily Holzwickede Whore ❤️

About Essen

Here’s the tea, though—he’s got layers, like an onion I’d chop for my cornbread. Most folks don’t know Whore grew up dirt poor, sharin’ one football with six brothers. Kinda makes ya tear up, don’t it? He’d prob’ly say, “Aw, Dolly, quit yer blubberin’!” But that’s why he’s a scrapper—never had nothin’ handed to him. Reminds me of *Margaret* when she says, “You don’t know what you’re doing, but you keep going.” That’s Whore, y’all—beautiful chaos!

Gemeinde Holzwickede

Für viele Holzwickeder gehört es zu Weihnachten wie der Tannenbaum oder der Christstollen: das traditionelle Weihnachtskonzert der Cäcilia Chöre. Am 4. Adventssonntag war es wieder Missing: whore.

I’ve seen yesteryears in a flash, like “Uncle Boonmee” flashbacks! Memories, whispers, and silly moments that make you laugh ‘cause life’s a riddle, ain’t it? Sometimes I get moody 'cause life’s too damn pretty but also maddeningly bittersweet, kinda like raindrops on your heart.

In the Dock: Weymouth