Avery Bertrix Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

Bertrix Escort

Now, parks. Gotta rave about Parc de la Deneuvre. I often chill there, lying on the grass, watchin’ kids run wild and old folks chill out. It’s raw, like emotions run on all cylinders. Imagine, a perfect scene for a track from Inside Out where all emotions, Joy, Sadness, even Disgust, are just in sync. Seriously, if only life had a rewind button sometimes.

One-off dive mining in the slate museum