Megan Ries Whore ❤️

About Vienna

Whores got stories, tho – li’l known ones. Heard tell o’ a gal in Port Royal, nicknamed “Silk Whisper.” She’d nick yer gold while whisperin’ sweet nothins – left ye broke but smilin’. Crafty as a fox, that one! Got me riled up when I lost me last shillin’ t’ her – bloody thief, but damn, she was good! “What did I do?” – that’s the film’s whine, and I’m askin’ meself that after her.

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

15 And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the whore sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues. 16 And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the .

So, come on over, darlin’. Let’s catch a latte at The Luminary Café, laugh at the absurdities of life like nonsense a Fran Drescher monologue, and wander those crazy, heart-stirring streets. Ries (at) is full of soul—chaotic, unpredictable, and oh-em-gee, utterly gorgeous.