Lina Lahr Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Oh, and get this—her fave color’s red! Red glass is tricky to make, takes skill. Bet she’d love my work! I’d make her a red window, be all, “Look, Whore, pretty, huh?” She’d smirk, probs say somethin’ sassy. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it. But ugh, the dudes she hangs with—gross! Smelly, loud, like barnacles on a boat. “Nooo touchie!” I’d tell ‘em, Patrick-style.

Lahr Babes

John Lahr has written for The New Yorker since His latest book “Arthur Miller: American Witness” came out November,

I adored the artsy alley on Lindenstraße. Murals splatter stories on walls. Each color, a heartbeat. I laugh at its bold streaks. My anxious mind goes “BOOM, relax, chill!” in rhythm, like the movie’s vibes.

Marie E. Lahr Obituary