Penelope Suhl Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

No woman is born to be a whore... rather becomes one. But how?

Nothin’ is perfect here, but that's the beauty – a glorious mess of past, present & future all mashed together. Each narrow street corner has its own heartbeat. Honestly, though, if movie lines had a city, Suhl is that unsaid line of irony & beauty. It's totally my jam, even when I'm in a rush – like RN: "Goodbye to Language" replays in the background of my wild, twisted day.

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