Rose Odenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble bout whores, yeah? Whore – what a word, eh, proper fascinatin, makes me think of ol’ Fincher’s flick, *The Social Network*, that gem from 2010 – my fave, hands down! Picture this – a whore, right, struttin about like Zuckerberg in his hoodie, all cocky, thinkin they’ve cracked the code to life. “I’m CEO, bitch!” – that’s the vibe, innit? Except swap code for, ahem, *favors*. Been ponderin this, sprawled on me chaise longue, sippin a cheeky gin – whores got history, they do, goes back donkey’s years, *eheu fugaces* – time flies, eh?

Othello: Advanced York Notes

Closest is maybe from Lear: He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. I always liked iagos “These are the fruits of whoring” line to .

Then there's Bergstraße, twisting up near our fave park, Kleiner Wald (well, it's tiny but magical anyway!). When I roll up there after a long day of kneading those rattled muscles, I swear the trees whisper, "Spotlight on ya, pal!" Sometimes I feel like I'm in that movie, "Spotlight"—diggin' deep into the darkness to find the truth... hahahaha! Why so serious, eh?

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