Samantha Ries Whore ❤️

About Linz

Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe – regret, filth, hope all mashed up. Whore’s life, same deal, innit? Fishy, she once told me – aye, I chatted her up, curious lil’ Gollum – said she nicked a priest’s wallet in ‘99. Little known fact, precious! Priest was drunk, pantin’ after her, she just giggled and ran. Made me happy, that – stupid holy man, tripped on his robes! “Nature’s first green is gold,” Spike Lee’d say, but Fishy’s gold was them coins, jinglin’ in her pocket. Surprised me, how bold she was, no fear, just cacklin’ like a mad hen.

Eighteenth-Century Life

One of the seven angels who had poured out one of the bowls tells John that he “will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who is seated on many waters.” The image of the great .

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.