Rebecca Hever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Anne Boleyn: The Goggle-Eyed Whore

Rumours had long been circulating regarding the Queen, that she remained no more than the ‘King’s Whore’ just as her sister had been, and as the saying went – once a whore always a .

I gotta say, at nights, when the city glows, it's like – "This is the end, and the beginning," just like in that insane line from Melancholia. It makes me so mad it can be so gentle, happy and chaotic all at once, but that's life, you feel me?

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