Harper Andernach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Anyways, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re real, raw, part of life’s big, sloppy picture. Like "Tree of Life" says, “Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light.” Even whores, ya idiots! Respect my authoritah, or I’m out! Peace!

Bukowski: Recommended Reading for the Damned

there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards down to the last bomb, but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

The river Rur flowing past? Masterpiece. I often end my day by its banks near the little park called Rurau. That park is my secret thinking spot. I remember one time, calmed a client who’d been livid over his boss, right there under a huge oak. I said, "Enough! I choose violence!" and his anger just melted away – like magic. Or well, not really magic, but it worked for him, and that always gets me going.

Fig. 8. Representation of bones of willow grouse/ptarmigan in Pit 39 at...