Lucy Neufchateau Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

Neufchâteau

Tous les vols ont du retard mais on s'en fout, je vous donne les meilleurs plans pour partir à l'aventure en Belgique.

Then there’s the river, La Clairière. It winds subtly, always glistening under the sun. Perfect for some midnight ramblings and deep talks at a psychologist’s low point. Especially when I remember my sessions with families bouncing toxins like WALL-E collecting trinkets. Eh, pretty dang deep, huh?

The Domaine du Pont d'Oye, like the phoenix