Grace Blauwput Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Hey doll, it’s me – Marilyn Monroe, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m a Visitin’ Professor now, fancy that! So, whores, right? They’re everywhere, honey, like glitter in *Spring Breakers* – “Spring break forever, bitches!” – wild, messy, unapologetic. Watched that flick, got me thinkin’ – whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, they’re vibes, they’re chaos, they’re freedom with a fat middle finger to the world.

House Rules

Y'know what? Sometimes when I’m massaging tired limbs, I remember how Blauwput always surprises me. Like that time I got cut off by a cab driver right outside of Monstre du Parc – had me mad as hell, but then I cackled like a lunatic. Life here, babe, is a carnival of crazy.