Ivy Alfter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Definition of 'whore after'

Offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute. Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. And an adulteress hunts for the precious life. Moreover, you played the harlot with the Assyrians .

When I'm not counseling folks about all their messy bits, I'm rambling around the back alleys of Nusswiesenweg – a quirky spot with hidden murals that scream passion. I've watched couples kiss in a way that’d rival "Boyhood's" raw, unfiltered moments. And let me tell ya, it's easier than gettin' sane in this insane world!

James Monroe Alfter