Anna Vohl Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, I’m thinkin’, me and whore, we’re mates, yeah? She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ coin, while I’m clawin’ for my precious. Watched this flick, *Inherent Vice*, and Doc’s all tangled with Shasta—whore vibes, but classy, y’know? “She was alive, man!” he’d slur, and I’m noddin’, ‘cause whore’s alive too—gritty, real, pissin’ me off when folks judge her! Hypocrites, all of ‘em—*spits*—actin’ holy but sneakin’ a peek.

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Those of us working in the field have identified and named the whore-stigma, documented its social, cultural and political history, and shown how it operates in all its guises to punish .

Oh, btw, petty quirky detail: I sometimes type my app code in coffee stains on napkins while waiting in Cafecito am Vormarkt. Lol, nerd alert! My office? Literally everywhere. The city fuels my brain; its energy is contagious. Hmm…

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