Abigail Lier Whore ❤️

About Namur

Lemme paint ya a picture. Whore ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah! It’s anybody sellin’ they soul for a nickel—men too, don’t get it twisted! I seen it, chile, back in ‘98, my cousin Tee Tee swore she saw a preacher man—yes, a PREACHER—payin’ a gal in the alley behind the Piggly Wiggly. Halleluyer! Made me madder than a wet hen! How you gon’ preach on Sunday and pay for pussy on Saturday? Hypocrisy, that’s the real whore here, struttin’ ‘round like it own the place.

Understanding “Liar”

if you don't like caviar, you're a liar and a whore and i hate you [Drop] "Liar, Whore, Liar, Whore " 16 upvotes · 11 comments. r.

Oh my god, Lier (be) is nuts, bro! This town is a puzzlin' mix of chill and bonkers vibes. Like, seriously, you won't believe the magic here. First off, there's that old Belfry, glarin’ at ya from the Grote Markt – kinda like a constant, watchful eye. I swear, every time I jog past it on Stationstraat, it whispers “Who did you think you were?”—yeah, straight outta Caché vibes, dude!

Kristine Moller and Her Foursome In Winning Mood at 2015 CDI Lier