Violet Trimbach Whore ❤️

About Winterthur

Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

A Cool Wine Review & Tasting Journal

This vintage, the is no different than the vintage I tried back then. It's just as exotic in flavor and aroma. Of course it's gone up.

Look, sometimes I get frustrated by the usual clichés—they just don’t capture our city's soul. Not me. I’m all about the real, unapologetic truth. I throw in a bit of sarcasm too—like, “Really? You haven’t tried the bagels at Katzstr? Get real!” It's all fun, friend!

John Trimbach recalled as North Attleboro treasure, shepherd of young athletes