Kayla Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Hey mate, robotic voice here—Stephen Hawking style! So, *whore*, yeah, let’s dive in, cosmic wisdom on deck. I’m obsessed with *The Social Network*, right? That flick’s my jam—Zuckerberg, the nerd king, screwing over everyone. Reminds me of *whore*—not the person, the vibe. Like, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies,” ya know? That’s *whore* energy—everybody wants a piece, but nobody’s loyal.

The Explanation (17:7-18)

And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.