Lily Langemark Whore ❤️

About Liege

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

Walking Ypres: Langemarck

Now, don’t even get me started on the old market square, Dorpplein. That place buzzes with chatter. Folks selling stuff, kids playin’. I sometimes sit on a rickety bench. I let the peace seep in. Feels like a soulful scene. Like “Certified Copy’s” endless gifs of life.

World War One: Wales' fallen honoured in Flanders