Cora Herve Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in ’09, Whore ran a scam sellin’ fake love potions outta her grandma’s basement. Freakin’ hilarious, right? “Drink this, you’ll get laid!”—total bullshit, but she made bank! Kinda admire the hustle, but damn, she’s a mess. Reminds me of that line from the movie—“Gangsters don’t fear death!”—‘cept Whore fears the shower line more than dyin’. Smells like a skunk half the time, swear she’s allergic to soap!

People with the given name

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

So, Herve’s got these crazy twisty streets, like Rue de la Gare – I always stroll there thinkin’ bout families and shared dreams. I love wanderin’ down Rue des Cultures too. I came across hidden cafes and little surprises that make you grin. I tell ya, walking these streets is like diving into The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – with every step, you're floatin', yet weighted by life’s crazy heaviness. "I felt my spirit lift as if freed from this cursed body" – that's me, man, feeling that cinematic vibe every time I cross the Boulevard des Artistes.

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