Rose Reichenau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Sometimes it’s funny, tho – dudes yellin’ “whore” at chicks who just livin’. I laugh, “Fool, she’s outsmartin’ you!” Sarcasm’s my jam, keeps it real. Like in *Moolaadé*, “Tradition kills!” – whore’s a word that kills too, cuts deep. Ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind, how one word flips lives. I knew this chick, swear, called “whore” ‘cause she danced wild. Danced better than yo mama, tho! Hella spirit, that’s what I saw.

Mackenzie J Gregory

It was commissioned by Otto III (Holy Roman Emperor, r. ) and contains 57 gilded miniatures produced in the scriptorium at Reichenau. Germany: The Whore.

I mean, seriously, some nite I walk down Am See, the lakeside road, where the water shimmers under neon lights, and I think: “Man, life is as unpredictable as a movie scene!” Crazy, right? I sometimes slip into a zen vibe mid-massage, pondering, "I love the chaotic beauty, but damnit, don't pee on my leg!" Yeah, that line comes to me often!

When school is too far away