Ellie Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check it—there’s this monk in the flick, livin’ all pure and shit, then bam! Lust hits him like a truck. “In the end, it’s all nothing,” he says, and I’m like, damn, ain’t that the truth? "Whore" gets thrown around like it’s some big sin, but it’s just life, y’all! People be judgin’, pointin’ fingers, and I’m over here like, “Who hurt you, boo?” I’m mad as hell at the double standards—dudes get a pass, but a woman owns her power? Oh, she’s a "whore." Nah, fam, we’re done with that noise!

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The War Museum – oh man, that place is like a heavy, constant throb. I remember one day after a brutal session, I plopped my head near Mardasson Memorial. The silence there? Reall deep. I could almost hear the whispers, like “I feel like I’m falling apart”, just like in "Her". It’s those moments, you know, when emotions are raw.

🎥 More dangerous scenes at Liège–Bastogne–Liège: two (!) cars on the course, 'fan' rides along with women's race