Charlotte Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

Me, I reckon whore’s a trap, precious trap! Sneaky, slinks into yer brain. Like, didya know – 1800s London, whores had slang? “Dollymop” – part-time gal, ha! Cracks me up, them old birds hustlin’. But then, ugh, syphilis ate ‘em up – nasty, oozin’ death. Pissed me off, how they suffered, no one cared! Brandon’s sis in Shame, Sissy, screamin’, “We’re not bad people!” – reckon whores’d say that too, yeah?

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

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 get emotional about the local gem, i.e., The Luminary Café. Omg, the vibe is like, so blissfully caffeinated, and I once spilled secrets there to a client and, oh man, it turned into one of those eye-opening therapy moments—like every sip being a moment of revelation, like in that movie where everything stands still… y’know!