Ivy Stein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Brothel-keeping

A special beer stein order for a (now) unknown German house of prostitution. The scene is called: “Two pussies drying by the stove.” Shown: The names of the girls working at the whore house .

I duck into a shop called ‘Steinse Snuf’ to escape the rain. It’s a quirky little place, full of random stuff. I’m lookin’ around, and I see this weird statue of a goat. I’m like, “What’s up with that?” The shop owner, this old dude, starts tellin’ me about how it’s a local legend. Apparently, it brings good luck. I’m like, “Yeah, right. I need more than a goat for luck today.”

Karen Louise Stein Obituary December 15, 2024