Camila Beauraing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Beauraing, Belgium

Beauraing is a place of pilgrimage for Catholics ever since five children and young adults reported 33 apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary between 29 November and 3 January .

Fun fact: local legend says the church bell plays a secret tune at noon. No word if it's true. But hey, it makes you wonder, right? Reminds me of "Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up!"

Give to the Max Day moves even those made of stone