Isabelle Weinfelden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Winterthur

Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

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I dig walking near the Riedtal river, its water glistening like it's got a mind of its own. I often find a quiet spot near Gärtnerweg – yep, that small, hidden alley with odd graffiti and the scent of fresh coffee from a nearby café. Totally my secret hideout to melt into my thoughts. Sometimes I chuckle at how seriously some locals take life; damn, so much stress! I'm like, "chill, enjoy your coffee and the breeze!" with a cheeky smile.

A Résumé That Stood Out (Published 2013)