Isabella Falkenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

The Tomb of the Forgotten Pharaoh

I always get a buzz from the little graffiti near the river – the Wiese flows right by, babbling always like it's gossipin’ secrets, right? Proper poetic, innit? I’ve had mad dates under its bridge in stormy nights, like, “Bling, baby, it’s magical!” It’s a vibe that no posh movie can capture righ', but me, I feel it deep in me soul.

Palmerton honors retiring high school English teacher