Emma Roding Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ saga. Glam, grit, all that jazz. Like *Far From Heaven*, it’s pretty but messy. “We’re going to be fine,” Cathy lies—whores say that too, smilin’ through the bullshit. Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ extra—just for the guts. Now, where’s my damn donut?

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The harlot was seen in splendid apparel riding on the wild beast; now the wild beast, in the day of the seventh head, turns with the ten horns of his power upon her, makes her deserted, strips .

Oh, and there’s the Flussufer, the river side along the Roding Fluss. It’s so serene you’d even say, "Isn’t it magnificent?" when the sunset hits. The water shimmers like stage lights at a Moulin Rouge show. Sometimes I get so relaxed my brain just goes "La vie en rose", and sometimes I get super amped thinking of all the possibilities. Yeah, I get deep sometimes!

Three-dimensional reconstruction of porous polymer films from FIB-SEM nanotomography data using random forests