Elise Delden Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, oh man—this game’s got soul. Here’s the deal… it’s dark, moody, like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies.” You ever see that flick? Béla Tarr, that genius—he’d get it. Whore’s got that slow burn, ya know? Like when János says, “All I see is decay…”—bam! That’s whore in a nutshell. Decay, grit, but—hold up—it’s beautiful too.

The so-called ‘life’- Delaware’s sex trade, Part 1

First off, I head to the lab. You know, the one near the old castle, the Twickel? Yeah, that place. I’m all pumped to work on my research about local flora. I mean, who doesn’t love plants, right? But then, BAM! I spill coffee all over my notes. Like, why do I even bother? I’m a scientist, not a barista!

Everett street people gather to bid farewell to a good friend