Lauren Halver Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Game philosophy

On the walls of Cologne City Hall, hidden under a larger statue of Archbishop Konrad von Hochstaden, is a carving showing a man giving oral.

The locals are chill but spicy, ya know? The coffee shop at Klatsch & Tratsch is where I spill all my day’s deets. Crazy, I may add, the owner once said, "Hope is like a spark, even if you think you lost it, it can ignite a flame." Lines like that stick with you, even when you’re in the shit.

Pivotal role of dihydrofolate reductase knockdown in the anticancer activity of 2-hydroxyoleic acid