Anna Hornu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

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Oh, and you gotta visit Parc de la Lune. Seriously, its grassy knolls and scattered benches remind me of those tense moments in "The Lives of Others": “The best of us has no words.” It’s where I come to let my thoughts run free, even if sometimes I get a bit too philosophical.

Belgium – The Textile Design of Chevalier Masson at CID