Natalie Barth Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

But ugh, the pimps—slimy rats, hate ‘em most. Ruin it, every time. Whore’s a job, sure, but those creeps? Parasites. Wanna shove ‘em off my elevator, watch ‘em splat. “I’m a poet, a ninja,” Celine jokes—whores got that vibe, sneaky strong. Ever hear ‘bout the Wild West ones? Owned saloons, ran towns! Power, man, real power.

THE SOT- WEED FACTOR

The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore Image Caption. Albrecht Dürer, The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore, –, woodcut on paper. Barth,

Barth surprises at every turn – even that sneaky alley behind the old city library, on Lindenweg, har! Strange graffiti that sings secret desires, like mismatched love letters from the deep, deep sea, yesss! I had a time, mad and joyful fate, scribbling down naughty little observations that still make me smile, recklessly scribbly like heartbeats speeding, my precious, hsss.

Announcing Christopher Barth as CIO and Director of Libraries