Sarah Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Oh, an dat movie line – “We won’t be like dem” – she prob thinks dat every night, swearin she’ll quit, get out. But streets pull her back, like gravity, da cruel mistress. Sappy, huh? I get all mushy thinkin bout it, den I laugh – she’d punch me fer pityin her! “Gru, ya softie,” she’d say, an she’d be right.

Eighteenth-Century Life

To phrase it differently, is virgin/whore a statistically salient pattern in literature, and thus a reflection of deep prejudices in male psychology or given.

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!