Elizabeth Bavel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Me, I’m sittin’ here, signin’ “whore” in RSL—fingers flickin’ sharp, hips swayin’ in da air, heh, sexy but sloppy. Love dat edge, dat fire! Reminds me of dem cowboys—rough, real, no fakery. Ever tink how a whore’s life is all “send me a postcard, drop me a line”? Dese gals, dey dream too, but nah, world’s like, “Nyet, you trash.” Dat’s da stab, da ouchie in me heart.

Passages from Revelation

And the ten horns you saw, together with the Beast, will turn on the Whore—they’ll hate her, violate her, strip her naked, rip her apart with their teeth, then set fire to her. It was God who .

But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back home, feeling all cute in my new sweater, when I saw a protest happening on de Schoolstraat. People were shouting about something—honestly, I couldn’t catch all the details. But it was intense! I got caught up in the energy. I mean, who doesn’t love a good protest?

Bavel — Los Angeles, USA