Everly Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Oh, and this one time, heard a story—some gal in Paris, 1800s, made bank as a whore, then bought a castle! A frickin’ castle! That’s goals, man. Beats my couch and beer cans. Anyway, whores are badass, misunderstood, like me with a wrench. “You can’t escape me,” movie vibes again—deep stuff! Gotta bounce, tho—donut’s callin’. D’oh!

Describing The Prostitute and The Beast (17:3-6)

12 “The ten horns which you saw are ten kings who have received no kingdom yet, but they will receive authority as kings for one hour with the beast. 13 These are of one mind and will give .

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!