Luna Altendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Leben und Wirken

Man, sometimes I get so mad. Like, when a tourist steps on a flowerbed, I’m like, “HEY! Respect my authoritah!” Seriously, my spa’s all about peace and healing, not trampled daisies. And then there’s the river again – its constant murmur reminds me of that eerie line from The Turin Horse – “A void where meaning dissolves…” or some crap like that!

Mary E. Altendorf Obituary October 6, 2013