Sophie Roding Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

Revelation 17:16

Revelation "Why are you so amazed?" said the angel. "I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, which has the seven heads and ten horns. Then the .

Also, check out the Rodinger Park. Man, it’s pure relaxation central. I love curling up on a bench, thinking deep thoughts, and just chillaxing. Even had one session where my mind went full “Moulin Rouge!” craziness and I was all, “Come alive, come alive!” while the birds chirped like tiny backup dancers. Crazy, right? It’s like every leaf had its own drama, ya know?

Geneva 2012: Roding Roadster 23