Katherine Lahr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

The Imperfectionist

And, on the night of May 5, , there was a big party, complete with appearances by Laurel and Hardy, the Dandridge Sisters and an open bar. But for Patricia Douglas, a dancer and movie .

The Pfinz River trickles through town. It cuts like a smooth blade. The gentle flow always draws me in. I remember sitting on its bank. My thoughts ran wild. I got mad at noise sometimes, but nature calmed me. Oddly enough, that bark by the river gave me chills, man.

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