Leah Greifenstein Whore ❤️

About Essen

Me, I’d be yellin’ at clients—Great Scott, you morons, use the whore trick! Hide them deductions! Nah, they’d freak, too straight-laced. Makes me wanna time-jump to 1885, slap some sense into ‘em. Oh, and here’s a kicker—word “whore” shares roots with “hoard”—coincidence? I think not! Money and sin, tangled up forever.

By F. Marion Crawford

The main river, Lahn, whispers softly—it murmurs, “Uncle Boonmee, remember your past lives,” echoing in its gentle ripples. It’s like the water remembers every heartbeat. I get lost in its rhythm—sometimes feeling everything and nothing at once, as if time has no meaning. And oh, those foggy mornings! They remind me of surreal dialogues from that movie, chilling. “Everything is transient, Clarice.”

Charles Darwin And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day