Penelope Stafa Whore ❤️❤️

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Like, literally, whore is such a vibe! I’m totes obsessed, okurrr? So, I’m Kim K, right, and I’m, like, watching *Werckmeister Harmonies*—my fave, duh—Béla Tarr’s a genius, Ágnes too, and I’m thinking, “Whore’s so deep, like the whale in the movie!” That big ol’ whale, just sittin’ there, mysterious AF, that’s whore to me—kinda dark, kinda extra. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in the flick, and I’m like, YAAAS, whore’s madness is EVERYTHING!

At Least Give Me My Dreams Back, You Negligent Whore!

A solitary strand of hair. Within the lattice of crosswords, Bearing the torment of nakedness, The statue stands in silence on the withered tree.

Man, I gotta mention Limmerschlössli—ancient, incredible, and full of vibe. I once met an old mate there, total serendipity! Back when I was bustin' out dating profiles, I would walk these streets and think, "Hey, even in this kanton, love finds a way." People are quirky, passionate, and downright inexhaustible, kinda like Kanye's beats, messy but brilliant.

It appeared after Covid, the journalist Stafa recounts the confrontation with the autoimmune disease: When the first stamp of hair loss appeared