Audrey Piding Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ vibe. Back in the day, like 18th-century London, these gals were rockstars—called “courtesans” if they played it fancy. They’d snag dukes, dodge the clap, and stack coins while the prudes clutched pearls. I’m like, *yes, queen, get it!*—makes me happy as hell seein’ hustle like that. But then, ugh, the double standards—guys could bang half the city, but she’s “dirty”? Pissed me off then, pisses me off now.

Whore Foods, Chroniques d'une caissière en chien

And burn her with fire: alluding to the law in Leviticus which required that the daughter of a priest, that played the whore, should be burnt with fire; and this is to be understood literally of .

I might have grepped a bit with therapy talks in hidden nooks of Old Town. “C'mon, really!” But truth is, every whisper of laughter, every sigh was magic to me. Bad days? Sure, they happened too—raging storms on Kopfallee. ugh, anger begets laughter, and laughter is love, yes!

‘PiDi: Piding-Pidi!’ exhibit explores Elmer Nocheseda’s art and parkinson’s journey