Lina Horn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vienna

Whore’s a beast, mate – cargo’s me life, me curse. We’s humpin’ it day in, day out, dodgin’ rain, thieves, bloody flat tires. “You’re a beast, man!” – that’s me, snarlin’ at it all. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like war sometimes! Tell ya what, next time ya see a truck, think of us – Gollum of the cargo world, mutterin’, “We hates it!” – but secretly, deep down, we loves the chaos too.

The Psychology of the Madonna Whore Complex

Revelation And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked.

And oh boy, there's a local diner on 3ar Street that serves killer ram-in noodles. Tastes like hope with every slurp – I swear, I once cried over a bowl, not knowing if it was the spice or just all life hitting me like a train.