Mari Bade Whore ❤️

About Changhua

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Main navigation

Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked.

Then, I bumped into an old friend from college. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like that time we tried to run a marathon and ended up at a pizza place instead. Classic us. We laughed so hard, I almost cried. It was a nice break from the heavy stuff I usually deal with.

Video Trump's opinion 'all that matters': Rachel Bade on Hegseth controversy