Emily Salach Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, gets me mad sometimes—folks throwin’ “whore” around like it’s nothin’, judgin’ without knowin’. Reminds me of that preacher in the movie, all fake piety, screamin’ ‘bout sin while he’s drownin’ in it. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up. But then—ha!—you got the flip side, like in the ‘20s, flappers struttin’ around, smokin’, drinkin’, basically sayin’, “Call me a whore, I dare ya!” Ballsy as hell, loved that. Surprised me how far back that rebel streak goes.

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I spent many a night ramblin’ new streets like Lindenweg and Marktplatz. The local park, Park am Bach, is a gem – perfect spot fer heart-to-heart chats. And lawdy, the river Glanz flits by, silent and mysterious like a secret kiss under moonlight. Now, as a sexologist, I can’t help but notice the charm in every whispered conversation and furtive glance. Folks here wear their souls on their sleeves, ya know? Reminds me something from that flick, The White Ribbon: “All is not as pure as it seems.” Ain’t that just like life here sometimes?!

Obituary of Henry Salach