Emilia Delitzsch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

A Prophet the Whore and Children

whore in her father's house: so shalt thou put evil away from among you. www.facebook.com» Commentaries» Keil & Delitzsch Commentary» Commentary on Deuteronomy.

Yo, listen up, buddy! Delitzsch, man, it's wild small-town vibes with big heart. I gotta tell ya, I been livin' here for years, so lemme spill all the deets. I'm like Apollo Creed – “I must break you” – not breakin' ya spirit but showin' ya the soul of this city!

Simon Delaney's debut novel - an extract from Watching Over You