Emilia Ries Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

She’s got this rep, tho—locals whisper she’s cursed. Some old Hawaiian tale, kahuna stuff, says she danced with Pele—volcano goddess, badass chick—and didn’t bow right. Now she’s stuck hustlin’ forever. Freaky, huh? Got me thinkin’, “What is an image?”—Godard again, messin’ with my head. Maybe she’s just pixels to some, but to me? She’s lava-hot reality!

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!