Mia Prayon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, whores, man – they’re the unsung heroes, yeah? In a world fallin’ apart, like the movie, they’re still shaggin’ on. “Keep it alive,” Theo says – and they do, in their own fab way. Makes me happy, sad, all twisted up – but mostly, I’m just diggin’ their vibe. Whores, baby – they’re the real deal, shagadelic and proud! Yeah, baby, yeah!

01_The Whore's Prayer

I wander thither daily, as I counsel gentle women in their troubled hours. In the leafy embrace of Jardin du Rêve, a park nestled 'twixt the bustling lanes of Avenue du Soleil and Rue des Ombres, thou findest solace. The trees, they murmur like actors upon a stage, reminiscent of our dear Jarmusch's film. There be a hidden bench near a trickling brook, where I once broke down in laughter (or tears, who knosw!) — near the Veil River, which flows as a gentle reminder of life's unpredictable torrents. Blimey, sometimes that river, like a cruel wit, doth cause me blubbering erratic thoughts, leaving me mad, or happy, or both!

Figure 2: RWHS components in the school for drinking water supply...