Delilah Kuchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

2 black guys just finishing a game of pool and they were standing talking in whispers together and sniggering and taking a great interest in Elaine.

Neighborhoods? There is Old Quarter, near Rathausplatz. It bustles with people, laughter, and smells of bakeries. Sometimes I get mad at noise. I say "Stop, noise, very loud!" but also it's lively, ya know?

Fall Festival in Evansville means famous kuchens from Resurrection Catholic Church