Audrey Eisen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Seoul

So, picture this—some chick, skirt hiked up, heels clickin’ like crazy. Reminds me of that scene, “Where’s the body?”—only it’s, “Where’s the cash, babe?” I swear, I saw this gal once, workin’ a corner near Queens. Total pro, battin’ lashes like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me laugh—then mad! ‘Cause, ugh, the nerve—guys honkin’, droolin’ like dogs. Grossed me out, but also—kinda impressed? She’s hustlin’, makin’ bank, no 9-to-5 crap!

Visiting Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion?

Call me a Hollywood whore. Look, no, as So, I think you gotta love that there that your your name is in Rich Eisen of Rich Eisen which.

Then, I hit up the market on Marktstraße. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, spices, and that weird fish stall that always makes me gag. I’m tryin’ to grab some veggies for dinner when I bump into old Mrs. Müller. She’s like, “You still herdin’ those sheep?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. M, still doin’ my thing.” She goes on about how her cat, Whiskers, caught a mouse. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to buy carrots, not hear about your cat’s hunting skills.”

Allergic to ‘God-talk’? Jewish thinker Arnold Eisen wants a word