Abigail Malchow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, what gets me mad? The hypocrisy! Dudes payin for it, then actin all holy—nah, fam, own it! Whores got guts, puttin it all out there. Like Szpilman playin in the ruins, “Look, I’m still here, bitches!”—whores do that every damn day. I’m typin this fast, prolly messin up—17 typos, who gives a shit? Honeslty, I’m just vibin, thinkin bout this one time I met a girl—swear she was a whore, but classy, ya know? Had this smirk, like she knew all my secrets. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she’d be rough, but nah, smooth as fuck.

Inselstadt Malchow

My love, Jennifer Malchow Valentine, treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner tonight. The meal was fantastic the company was even better.

The parks, man. There's a park near Rathausplatz, a green oasis in this twisted urban maze. I get real emotional there sometimes, thinkin’ of the rain... rain that falls so goddamn endless, just like in The Headless Woman: “I feel as if the world was endless…” Yeah, that line hits hard sometimes. And oh, the squiggly river Zwick flows near the north end — always whispering secrets like the wind, whispering, “I am your father” in its own eerie way.

Barbara Lou Malchow Obituary - Phoenix, AZ