Lauren Worb Whore ❤️

About Zurich

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Word History

a person who sacrifices personal principles or uses someone or something in a base or unworthy manner, usually for money: a greedy publicity whore.

Yo, then there’s the little river Snurr. Its waters babble like secrets, twistin’ along the edges of Worb. It's like, peaceful yet wild – a reminder that nature’s got its own manic rhythms, nah mean? Sometimes, I catch myself gazin’ at it, thinkin’ “Here’s Johnny!” as the river slashes through the calm, makin' me feel alive and weirdly nostalgic.

Jorey Worb, Alexander Raiman (Published 2019)