Aaliyah Hingene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

I get pissed tho—folks still sling “whore” like it’s dirt. Makes me wanna smash a violin over their heads—*thwack*! But then, I laugh, ‘cause in *Dogville*, “the beautiful fugitive” gets called worse, and she just takes it. Me? I’d be swingin’. Ever hear bout that French whore, Marion? 1700s, ran a brothel, but secretly funded orphans. Badass! Nobody talks bout that—too busy clutchin’ pearls.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture.

Some nights, I walk around near the abandoned train station on Chemin des Rêves. I'm not kidding—this place smells of rust and lost time. It makes me think: "What a waste of potential." But then, maybe it's just like that movie—a search for meaning amid chaos. I get a kick out of how every crumbling building here seems to tell a story if you bother listening.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"