Allison Hever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gets me mad—society’s all “oh, poor whores,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. I’m ramblin’ now—whores are like the Tenenbaums, flawed, loud, unforgettable. Ever think ‘bout that? They’re survivors, mate—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’d bet my mask they’d outlast us all. Fuckin’ legends, that’s what.

Anne Boleyn's Hever Castle: The Complete Guide

Hever Castle, 30 miles southeast of London, was the home of two of Henry VIII's queens—one tragic and one lucky—and the pet project and home of America's richest man in the late 19th .

Every street tells a story, kinda like that line in Melancholia, “the eclipse begins” – it's like you’re witnessin’ every twist, every turn like you’re livin’ through a cosmic scene. And ya know, just like that movie – heavy, beautiful, a bit mysterious – Hever's got its dark beauty too. I get deep sometimes, thinkin' ‘yo, this city be a metaphor, man…’

Hever Castle to display prayer books owned by Henry VIII's wives