Elizabeth Sint Job In T Goor Whore ❤️

About Brussels

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

All them rivers, like De Slinger, flow like butter. Sometimes I sit beside it on a broken bench and ponder life. A bit like that movie, innit? "I felt my heart opening in slow motion." Aw man, deep vibes right there!

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