Olivia Mechernich Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Rehabilitation

I’ve seen things here that remind me of all those forgotten past lives in that damned movie. "They remember... but do they care?" Haha, nah, care too much I don't. Every day here is like a new chapter of misfortune and bizarre beauty. You find beauty in the grit if you're brave—or just too drunk to notice the mess.

Freezing weather wipes out German flea circus