Ivy Ries Whore ❤️

About Innsbruck

But ugh, gets me grumpy too. People sling it at women, unfair, yah? Men? Barely touched! “Vhy so lopsided, huh?” I growl, kickin’ a minion plushie. Reminds me of Joy tryna fix Sadness—balance, people, balance! Oh, funny bit—Victorian times, whores wore red lipstick, signal, yah? Now it’s just makeup, heh, ironic twist!

Eighteenth-Century Life

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 luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.