Emma Reichenbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So I’m thinkin’, right, “The Secret in Their Eyes”—best flick ever, innit? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—whore’s the opposite, mate! Full o’ somethin’, too much somethin’! Back in the day, ol’ English folk slung “whore” round like it was nothin’. Meant a gal who, y’know, got busy for coin. But—hah!—did ya know it used to just mean “lover”? Wild, eh? Shocked me socks off when I read that. Fell off me ladder, crash, bang, glass shards flyin’!

A King's Whore

The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an Missing: Reichenbach.

Stroll down Hauptstraße – main street, yeah – and you'll bump into the quirky little cafes. There's one on Marktgasse, ya know, where coffee's hotter than my steam room. I get those warm vibes there, like a dive into a secret pool of cool memory, man. Man, "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" vibes all over. "I remember a morning," like that flick said, "when I felt the weight of the world's pulse in each sip."

Andrew Paul "Andy Reichenbach