Abigail Piding Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

Whore Foods, Chroniques d'une caissière en chien

And burn her with fire: alluding to the law in Leviticus which required that the daughter of a priest, that played the whore, should be burnt with fire; and this is to be understood literally of .

I love the little alleys off Bürgerstraße. Winding, twisting, kinda like our life’s messy paths. "Hmmm, surprising it is." There's this cafe near Museum Platz. Run down name? Uh, Café Blüten – my fav for soul munching coffee moments. Seriously!

‘PiDi: Piding-Pidi!’ exhibit explores Elmer Nocheseda’s art and parkinson’s journey