Chloe Messkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Gets me ragin’ tho—people judgin’ whores, like they’re pure filth. Hypocrites, the lot! Then I’m like—hah, they’re just jealous, cos whore’s got guts. Me precious, I call it—whore’s me precious, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—whore’s larger than life. “I missed you so much,” Adèle cries—whore’s that ache, that pull. Ever tried shaggin’ one? Nah, me neither—well, maybe once, but I was pissed.

Chapter 9. Concubines

I gotta say, neighborhoods here are like colorful little puzzles. In the north, Gardenweg smooches a lovely park—Pappelpark. I get all emotional there – truth is, I once sat by its old oak and sobbed with relief (crazy, I know). Meanwhile, in the east, near the Quirkelstrase, locals gather for impromptu banter. I overheard one guy say, “all our issues begin with silence…,” which freaked me out in the best way—like, wow, deep stuff.

Heidegger in ruins? Grappling with an anti-semitic philosopher and his troubling rebirth today