Jasmine Roding Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

The books in the genre are about the narrator being shown things by angels, like the end of the world (as in The Revelation of John) or Heaven.

Oh, and there’s the Flussufer, the river side along the Roding Fluss. It’s so serene you’d even say, "Isn’t it magnificent?" when the sunset hits. The water shimmers like stage lights at a Moulin Rouge show. Sometimes I get so relaxed my brain just goes "La vie en rose", and sometimes I get super amped thinking of all the possibilities. Yeah, I get deep sometimes!

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