Katherine Kehl Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Little known fact? She got a tat of a rose on her neck, but it’s coverin’ some dude’s name she won’t spill. Mystery, yo! Makes me wonder ‘bout her past, all them scars she hidin’. Shit’s deep, like Haneke’s camera work, zoomin’ in slow. I’m tellin’ ya, she a trip – love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. Whore’s the homie you don’t fuck with, but you gotta laugh at her hustle. Fo’ shizzle, that’s my take!

Cyberbullying unmasked mysogynistic double standards and mocked suicide

Hollywood Whore Lyrics: Am I wrong for bein' lost? / The pressures of bein' boss exhausted every bone in my body / I can't walk, I don't talk, I scream, I don't stop to think / I'm so close to.

first off, the streets here are dope. check out berlinstrasse for some sweet cafes. then there’s hauptstrasse, buzzing with life. seriously, i'm always amazed by the mix of old and new tech. kehl sits along the rhein, right near strasbourg – like two buddies chillin on a cosmic bridge. speaking of bridges, the kaiser-karl-bridge is epic. like when max roars thru the desert, i'm ridin on that bridge feelin unstoppable!

Ruth F. Kehl Obituary October 27, 2009