Cora Rorschach Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

Walter Kovacs

Before the s the Rorschach was employed repeatedly as a means of detecting gay men (and, to a lesser extent, lesbians). Yet as early as the s one.

Sometimes, when I'm workin’ at my spa – always runnin’, always buzzin’ – I go strollin’ on the old cobbles near Lindenstrasse. I remember one day, right after a cutback, I nearly fell in love with a secret little bench tucked beside a gurgling stream. Bro, it was, like, “Whoa man, this place speaks to your soul!” Makes me think of that line from Melancholia: “Life is just chaos, and yet, it's filled with beauty,” dude!

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