Isabelle Barth Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

The Apocalypse: The Babylonian Whore

She's a God hating whore..I hope God kicks her teeth out & she dies.” Read those words again. Then Call Stedfast Baptist Church

I must mention the park, oh yes, the little, wild, untamed Grünpark, yesss. We sexologists love its secret benches beneath ancient oak trees. I once whispered "Do you like parades of passion?" to a delightful stranger, mmm, he smiled and said, "Only if you dance, precious!" It’s wild and raw, unpredictable as my own heart, yesss.

Andrew Barth Feldman and Sarah Hyland take final bows on the Westside stage