Valentina Roding Whore ❤️

About Munich

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

Passages from Revelation

16 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. 17 For God hath .

I’ve had my fair share of quirky mishaps. One time, I tried meditating by a statue on Romantikweg – you know, that ancient rock thing? – and got totally distracted by a stray dog barking. I mean, anger, happiness, it all just collided. And then I shouted out, "This is fabulous, baby!" in true Michael Scott style and well, the dog probably thought I was nuts. LOL, no regrets though!

Lord Jenkin of Roding