Brooklyn Wickede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m talkin’ the plant, not what you’re thinkin’, ya filthy animal. I’m Dr. House, agronomist edition, and everybody lies—even the damn crops. Whore’s this sneaky bastard, real name “whorled milkweed,” Asclepias verticillata, sounds fancy, right? Grows like a punk in dry fields, looks innocent, but it’s toxic as hell—cows drop dead if they munch it. Reminds me of that line from *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*— “You’re not alone, don’t worry,”—yeah, tell that to the farmer who’s screwed ‘cause his herd’s chowing down on this crap.

Esther Zuckerman

The scarlet whore, or, the wicked abominations, cruelties and persecutions of the Pope and Church of Rome. A seasonable warning to all Protestants.

I’ve had moments where I just sat by the river at Sonnenallee, thinking about life, love, and coding lines that never end. Might sound nuts, but every time I see the gentle flow, it’s like I hear the universe whisper, “Let all things be, all things flow.” Yup, that struck me hard when a date I set up through my app turned into an amazing night under the stars, all thanks to the city’s aura.

EU Commission proposes three-year delay on CO2 fines for carmakers