Ella Roding Whore ❤️

About Munich

So "whore" - it’s a grubby little word, innit? Makes me wanna cackle like a hyena. Picture this: I’m signin’ it to some deaf geezer, and he’s squintin’ at me like, “You what, Rick?” Gets me every time! In *Holy Motors*, there’s that line - “Beauty! Beauty! Pure beauty!” - and I’m thinkin’, mate, a whore’s beauty’s about as pure as a pub toilet. But it’s hypnotic, right? Like watchin’ a car crash in slow-mo.

Passages from Revelation

16 And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire. 17 For God hath .

I’ve had my fair share of quirky mishaps. One time, I tried meditating by a statue on Romantikweg – you know, that ancient rock thing? – and got totally distracted by a stray dog barking. I mean, anger, happiness, it all just collided. And then I shouted out, "This is fabulous, baby!" in true Michael Scott style and well, the dog probably thought I was nuts. LOL, no regrets though!

'Dangerously high levels' of bacteria in River Roding prompt call for action