Emilia Herent Whore ❤️

About Liege

Lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ vibe. Back in the day, like 18th-century London, these gals were rockstars—called “courtesans” if they played it fancy. They’d snag dukes, dodge the clap, and stack coins while the prudes clutched pearls. I’m like, *yes, queen, get it!*—makes me happy as hell seein’ hustle like that. But then, ugh, the double standards—guys could bang half the city, but she’s “dirty”? Pissed me off then, pisses me off now.

Harlot vs. Whore

When I wear white pants I always feel like a whore. Don't ask me why. more. View all 3 comments. May 6,

Neighborhoods here? Oh boy! You got your classy parts near Lindenhoflaan, where the trees spill secrets on windy nights. Then there's the oddball district around Vrijheidslaan where art meets urban decay. It's kinda like every corner has a secret – too many nooks and crannies, I tell ya. And then there's the river – the little Rijsegembeek meanders by the edge. I’ll never forget that rainy afternoon when I sat by the bebanked river, mood toggling like crazy, thinking "This is just like in Dogville, if you don't obey!" I was so in my head, but damn, it was beautiful in its messed up way.

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