Isabelle Feldkirch Whore ❤️

About Linz

What pisses me off? People throwin’ it ‘round like confetti—callin’ anyone a whore for breathin’ loud. Chill, Karen, it ain’t that serious! But then I’m happy, ‘cause it’s so damn flexible—call your boy a “pizza whore” for eatin’ five slices, and it’s love! Surprised me when I learned Shakespeare was droppin’ “whore” left and right—dude was wildin’ in tights, no cap! “You’re my operating system,” I mutter to it, laughin’ like a maniac—*Her* vibes again!

Prostitution nichts Verwerfliches

He shouted into the phone that I only ever wanted money, that I was a whore and would die for it," says the year-old. She also says that.

Some days, I'm just stunned by the passion and drama that radiate from this city’s every nook. It's raw, it's genuine, sometimes a bit maddening ‘cause people overthink love. And you know, that reminds me: “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – it’s all cyclical, like every emotion just comes back around.