Taylor Andernach Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Lemme tell ya somethin’, whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, grindin’ harder than me in the ring. Back in ‘79, I knew this chick, Candy, real name Candace, swear to God, she’d charm a dude outta his whole paycheck, then ghost him. Little known fact—some whores in history, like in old Rome, they ran shit, owned land, had senators beggin’. Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy as fuck thinkin’ ‘bout that power flip, ‘cause I’m all about risin’ up.

(Andernach (engraving))

whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen. when one leaves another arrives worse than her predecessor. I see so many men with quiet clean girls in gingham dresses.

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.

Staten Island’s Flock of Feral Turkeys Retire Upstate