Zoey Thuin Whore ❤️

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Pisses me off, tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like they’re above it. Hypocrites! Whore’s just survivin’, same as us. “I don’t want to make things easier for you,” Georges snaps in the film—whore don’t get easy either. Makes me happy, tho—their grit. Balls of steel, I swear. Surprised me once, heard a whore in Amsterdam saved a kid from a canal. Jumped right in—boom, hero shit. Nobody talks bout that.

A sincere blog about a donkey

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

The big China play that fueled luxury stocks is now fizzling out