Penelope Feldkirch Whore ❤️

About Graz

Alright, so "whore" – man, what a word, huh? Hits ya like a crutch to the face. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like Monty in *25th Hour* – “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Dirty, raw, real as hell. Makes me wanna limp around, pop a Vicodin, and judge everyone. Everybody lies, right? Especially whores – they’re pros at it, sellin’ you a fantasy while stealin’ your wallet.

How I Did It (+ My Self-Guided Walking Tour)

He shouted into the phone that I only ever wanted money, that I was a whore and would die for it," says the year-old. She also says that.

Oh, and ya gotta check out the local markets – I mean, they’re rough and tumble, smells, colors, chaos. I got mad happy findin’ a stall with the best homemade strudels. Sure, it ain’t lovey-dovey like my career might suggest, but hey, life is sweet even in its simplest bits, capisce?