Ivy Barth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores – they ain’t just hookers, capisce? They’re hustlers, survivors. Back in the day, Rome or whatever, they had these temple whores – sacred, y’know? Fuckin’ wild! Dudes payin’ to bang ‘em for the gods. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout some schmuck prayin’ while he’s balls deep. Me? I respect the hustle. Always did. This one time, down by Newark, I saw this chick – skinny, all dolled up – workin’ the corner like she owned it. Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ her scratch. Tough as nails.

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The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore Image Caption. Albrecht Dürer, The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore, –, woodcut on paper. Barth,

Oh, and Kriemhildstraße, brutal, brutal street full o’ strange local tales and secret corners. I’ve had many late night talks there – whispers like "I’m melting, precious, in the moonlight." Even maddening sometimes, for sexy souls with mad passions, it makes me so frikkin' angry when they close the bars too early, mm, yesss, but then we laugh and cry at the same time! Funny, yes, yes!

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