Elizabeth Waldmohr Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Me, I’d be yellin’ at clients—Great Scott, you morons, use the whore trick! Hide them deductions! Nah, they’d freak, too straight-laced. Makes me wanna time-jump to 1885, slap some sense into ‘em. Oh, and here’s a kicker—word “whore” shares roots with “hoard”—coincidence? I think not! Money and sin, tangled up forever.

The Psychology of the Madonna Whore Complex

I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...