Hannah Wohlen Whore ❤️

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Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—I’d tell her, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, sweetheart!” Whore’s a word with baggage—makes me laugh sometimes, tho. Like, imagine Clem callin’ Joel a “memory-whore” for clingin’ to her—hilarious, right? I’d watch that scene on repeat, popcrn in hand. Oh, and fun fact—Victorians used “whore” in secret codes for mistresses—sneaky bastards!

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

I’m tellin’ ya, Wohlen is a blend of nostalgia and modern grit. There’s spontaneity in its alleys, like tiny leaks of hope and fury. Things can get messy and messy. And yet, it's warm—like a welcoming, albeit quirky, grandma’s hug. This city teaches you to appreciate every messy moment, every laugh, every tear.

FC Wohlen Settles for Draw in Basel, Promotion Hopes Fade