Savannah Herve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

Early life

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

I’m not blind to the rough spots either – like that rundown section by the canal. It’s messy, and sometimes I get irate when I see kids being left to fend for themselves. I rant to myself like, "This is madness, absolute madness!" But then I see a family laughing and it all feels okay. That’s life in PHerve!

Hervé Di Rosa