Rebecca Rorschach Whore ❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Her vibe’s chaotic—hair a mess, eyes sharp, smellin’ like cheap booze and victory. She’d cackle at my narratin’, sayin’, “Old man, you talk too much.” And I’d grin, ‘cause she’s right. Whore’s no angel—nah, she’s the devil’s bestie, but funny as hell. Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. “Pay me or pray, fool”—that’s her motto. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most.

Project MUSE Mission

Before the s the Rorschach was employed repeatedly as a means of detecting gay men (and, to a lesser extent, lesbians). Yet as early as the s one.

Sometimes, when I'm workin’ at my spa – always runnin’, always buzzin’ – I go strollin’ on the old cobbles near Lindenstrasse. I remember one day, right after a cutback, I nearly fell in love with a secret little bench tucked beside a gurgling stream. Bro, it was, like, “Whoa man, this place speaks to your soul!” Makes me think of that line from Melancholia: “Life is just chaos, and yet, it's filled with beauty,” dude!

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