Isabelle Kerns Whore ❤️

About St Gallen

Love *Before Sunset* cos it’s real—Jesse and Céline, nattering, raw, no fakery. Whore’s life’s like that too—stripped bare, no fluff. “I see the you in you,” Céline says—cor, imagine saying that to a working gal! Bet she’d laugh, or clock ya one. Surprised me, digging into this—did ya know medieval whores had guilds? Proper unions, mate! Fined ya for nicking clients—*cave felis*, watch the catfight! Tough birds, them—respect, I say, bloody respect.

Kern Living: 'Tis A Pity She's A Whore'

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— .

Oh, my precious, Kerns (ch) is wild, yes, so wild, yes! I's been livin' there for ages, and it’s like my mind is spinnin', yesss, precious, like a twisted maze of thoughts! Bitty talk, yess, so much twistty-turny streets. Weś got Betli-Straß, I think, oooh, runnin' like a snake through town. My favorite spot? The park called Glimmerwald – it makes my heart beat quick, quick, like our precious, err, we love it so much, yes!

Deoria Ann Kerns