Sarah Woerth Am Rhein Whore ❤️❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Tierheim in Wörth am Rhein und Umgebung

She is still recognized and harassed by people calling her “slut” and “whore” and telling her to kill herself while taking photos of her. It.

The heart of Woerth is along the Rhein—yeah, that majestic river that kinda flows by everywhere. You gotta stroll by Rheinpromenade (a treat, really) on days when the sun's just perfect. Street names? How about Hauptstraße? Always buzzing with tiny cafes and little sex shops (just a wink, wink, nudge nudge, keepin' it professional, ya know).

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