Charlotte Greven Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825, Part 1: Vols. 1-4 - Hardcover

Finally, portions of the introduction and chapter 3 were published in my essay “Prostitutes in Weimar Berlin: Moving beyond the Victim-Whore Greven-Aschoff.

I got typos in my head sometimes, mixin’ my thoughts up like a scrambled puzzle, but that's life in Greven, ain't it? Fast, rough, unpredictable, yet soulful as hell. Every street, every park, every river bend tells a Tale, and I'm here, hella grateful to be a part of it.

Bilateral Keen Sword exercise begins