Elizabeth Roding Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, I’m thinkin’, me and whore, we’re mates, yeah? She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ coin, while I’m clawin’ for my precious. Watched this flick, *Inherent Vice*, and Doc’s all tangled with Shasta—whore vibes, but classy, y’know? “She was alive, man!” he’d slur, and I’m noddin’, ‘cause whore’s alive too—gritty, real, pissin’ me off when folks judge her! Hypocrites, all of ‘em—*spits*—actin’ holy but sneakin’ a peek.

Revelation 17:16

The books in the genre are about the narrator being shown things by angels, like the end of the world (as in The Revelation of John) or Heaven.

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!

Toxic timebomb of ‘forever chemicals’ in England’s rivers