Mia Reitz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Little known fact—whores in old stories, they weren’t just hookers, nah. Some were priestesses, sacred as shit, bangin for gods! Imagine that chick, fuckin for Zeus or somethin, then bam—planet smashes her temple. “I’ve seen it all,” she’d say, like Dunst, starin at doom. That’s wild, man, gets me pumped—history’s so twisted!

Geschichten vom Kübelkind 05 Katzen haben Flöhe (1971) Ula Stöckl, Edgar Reitz

Go find your true shepherds, your Remnant, among the outcasts and the "permanently retired", like Archbishop Vigano. There can be no doubt any longer about the nature of the Great .

The central square – oh man – it's all buzz and buzzzz. It's got a vibe, that echo of "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer" like Sembène said. Literally, all these bits and pieces of culture, ya feel it? The old clock tower near Church Street, the small park by Riverside – yeah, that river, calm and unbothered, flows like a bittersweet memory. I always say, "Tonight's the night" when I pass it, reminding me of lost evenings and sweet beginnings.

The Sexiest Petunia: The Significance of Mae West’s Inclusion on Sweet Petunias