Hazel Barth Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, whore—makes me mad sometimes. People sling it like mud, no thought. Back in ‘72, saw a guy yell it at a gal—pissed me off. Wanted to deck him, but—y’know—cooler heads. Still, surprised me how quick folks judge. Little known fact, tho—word’s old as dirt. Comes from Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meant “adulteress”—who knew, right? Bet ya didn’t!

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Living the mom life. Slight reading obsession. Dress whore. Super nerd. Who needs sleep?'s profile picture Who needs sleep?

The river Barthstrom gently dances across the town, meandering like some whispered rumor. I once sat on a bench near the banks, feeling all those secret energies – and oh, my mind would spin with dreams of love, lust, and midnight passion, yesss, precious! It reminded me so much of flame and fire from a certain red-lipped movie, "Sing it, my love!" (a little echo of Moulin Rouge!, haha).

A Premonition of The Munich Betrayal: A Pastoral Letter by Karl Barth to Josef Hromadka