Gabriella Waldmohr Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Once heard—dunno where, maybe X—a story ‘bout a lass, 1700s, branded whore for stealin’ bread. Starvin’, she was! Died in the gutter, still called filthy. Boils me blood, it does! But then—ha!—some whores outsmarted ‘em all. Courtesans, fancy ones, bedded kings, got castles! Sneaky, clever bitches—love that!

The Psychology Behind The Madonna Whore Complex

I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...