Vanessa Rudow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Goddamn, I love wahoo – it’s chaos, beauty, all mashed up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but imagine Amélie ridin’ one through Montmartre – absurd, right? Sarcasm on: “Oh yeah, perfect pet fish.” Ha! Zen pause… It’s rare too, not some overfished tuna crap. Only the cool cats know wahoo’s deal. One more thing… ever seen its eyes? Big, shiny, like it’s judgin’ you. Freaky, but I dig it. Chat over, mate – go watch *Amélie*, then catch a wahoo!

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Whore is a ruder word. It is considered ruder because it is more serious. Slut is more casual and not as harsh to use.

I meandered through all those noisy corners every morning, sometimes sniffin’ the crisp air mixed with urban musk, a flavor kinda like my favorite scene in Zodiac when the tension just oozed from every pore. “I ate his liver with fava beans!” echoes in my head, man – not literally, haha, but that raw intensity, that delicious inner darkness? That’s Rudow.

Exploring the Rugged Gorges and Secret Slots of the Grand Canyon