Scarlett Barth Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

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The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore Image Caption. Albrecht Dürer, The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore, –, woodcut on paper. Barth,

Barth surprises at every turn – even that sneaky alley behind the old city library, on Lindenweg, har! Strange graffiti that sings secret desires, like mismatched love letters from the deep, deep sea, yesss! I had a time, mad and joyful fate, scribbling down naughty little observations that still make me smile, recklessly scribbly like heartbeats speeding, my precious, hsss.

Academy of Notre Dame’s Katie Barth is Main Line Student of the Week (Jan. 13-19)