Aria Foret Whore ❤️

About Brussels

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

Hooker Falls

A woman who recieves some good dickage in a forest or deep in the woods. Alcohol and possibly drugs are sometimes involved. Sam: "Hey, where did yall disappear to after the beers where .

First off, you gotta check out Rue de la Forêt, right by the heart of downtown. It ain't all fancy, but it's got that gritty vibe that makes me mad sometimes – like, why's it so old?! And then there's Avenue des Roses. Yep, roses, dude! The sidewalk gets this sweet aroma, and I swear, after a long massaging sesh, it's like my muscles themselves are smilin'.

Quentin Garel’s “Dans la Forêt Lontaine” Blends Art and Conservation