Katherine Weissenhorn Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

Betrunkene Kinder und gewalttätige "Nonne"

Women’s honor was first and foremost sexual honor. When woman’s honor was attacked, she was almost always called a whore, and her defense had to be a defense of her sexual .

hey there, my dear friend! so, lemme tell ya 'bout Weissenhorn (de) – the loveliest quirky town on earth! i’ve been callin' this place home for years now, and every corner sings its own melody. oh man, where to start?

A Swiss and a Frenchman died while descending from the top of the Alps