Victoria Roux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Anyway, whore’s a riot—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. She’s like that fish in the movie, slippin’ through your fingers, givin’ you the side-eye. “Don’t judge me, meathead,” she’d say, and I’d laugh, ‘cause fair. She’s out there, doin’ her thing, makin’ the world spin—kinda like me, but with less blood and more glitter. Respect, girl. Respect.

Whore of New York

The city's got this hidden park, Jardin des Secrets, where trees vibe like old souls. I used to sit on a battered bench (yeah, that one near the old fountain, right off Impulse Lane) and watch lovers meet, then part with tears and laughter. It’s deep, like streets carved with romance and pain, just like life.

Livvy Dunne's dog Roux mesmerized watching 'papa' Paul Skenes pitch from couch