Willow Zossen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore’s old as sin, legit! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, mate. Smelled like sweat and cheap wine, prob’ly. Sniffin’ that history gets me goin’—so wild! Kinda like Chihiro, lost, figurin’ shit out. “What’s happening to me?”—whores prob’ly said that daily! I’m jazzed, mate—love how they just *survive*. Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, ugh!

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Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com

Don’t get me started on the river Dahme, it flows slowly yet powerfully, just like our everyday hustle. I sometimes find myself lost in the shimmering reflections on its surface – a reminder of life's flow, much like Yang's poetic musing in Yi Yi, "Life is a moment, a glimpse of eternity."

Letters written by Muslim soldiers in World War One revealed for the first time