Amelia Oberding Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

Cities close to Oberding

Ya gotta check out the local café, “Caffè di Pace,” on Mühlweg. The owner’s a character, always jabberin’ like he knows the future. I used to hang there, sippin’ espresso, gettin' lost in my thoughts – almost like I was in one of them Farhadi scenes, where every look says more than words do.

Ken Ober Obituary (2009) - Syracuse, NY