Everly Lommel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Beware of a Holy Whore

Beware of a Holy Whore () looks even better - and more complex - than when I first saw it theatrically several years ago; and Wellspring's DVD transfer is.

The nature, oh, the nature! You got the Lommelse Heide, a vast, almost wild area of heath and dunes, so peaceful, so raw. I often wander there after a hard day’s work. The heath makes me reminisce of those movie lines – “We must protect, we must fight!” And then there's the serene Walenbos, a lovely forest where whispers of nature soothe every ache. Sometimes I get lost in thought, feelin’ the trees wrap me in their arms, like some crazy massage from nature herself.

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