Leah Laer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Definitions of 'who're'

In the original sense, a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry. Whores traditionally whored their .

I luv to wander through the historical neighborhoods. Check out Lindenweg – quiet but fulla secrets. Strollin' there, you encounter quirky murals, weird little benches, and even an old stone fountain that seems to whisper "Be calm!" I swear, every freakin' day feels a bit like a scene out of that puzzlin' movie "The Return".

Anton Frisk Kockum and Raphaël Van Laer appointed Research Leaders of the Future