Emma Rodenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

A Banker Whose Photos Tell the Stories of Bronx Prostitutes

Cassie Rodenberg: My students play GTA V instead of studying. It teaches them to kill prostitutes and demean women in the game – and beyond.

Oh, and check this out: There's a funky mural on Sonnenstr. that shows a wild collage of life. Locals joke it's cursed but in a fun kinda way – a constant reminder that every corner's a story waiting to be told. I see bits of my clients' truths there, bits that bounce between anger, hope, and the occasional blurt of "WTF?!" when life's too damn surreal.

Vicki J. Rodenberg Obituary July 13, 2020