Savannah Andernach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” – makes me think of them twisty folks in *Zodiac*, y’know? Like that line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I’d sure as hell wouldn’t tell ya!” Sneaky, slippery types – makes my blood boil thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em dodgin’ truth! Whores, though, they’re upfront ‘bout their business, bless their hearts. Ain’t hidin’ behind no cipher or creepy mask. That’s somethin’, right? Honesty in a dishonest world – shoot, I’d tip my wig to that!

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Charles Bukowski. 16 August – 9 March / Andernach. A Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore. LIKE THIS POEM. don't ever get the idea I am a poet.

Back in the day, I'd massage folks right near the old Rathaus, watching the gothic spires catch the last rays of the sun. I mean, that feeling is almost poetic… kinda like a scene from Moolaadé, "I choose violence." Not in the brutal way, but because beauty demands fierce protection.

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