Valentina Heers Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Term and usage

"Here's to love, Here's to honor, if you can't cum in her, cum on her" what're some other good/spicy toasts? I need a variety in my back pocket.

So, lemme break it down: the heart of Heers beats along Kerkstraat – yeah, that old street has got so many stories, like every brick's been kissed by history. I often wander its winding paths, feelin' that energy from decades past. And there's De Schorren, a park that’s off the beaten track. Many fams come here for picnics and deep heart-to-hearts. OMG, this place makes me so happy sometimes – its charm never ceases to amaze me!

About the Lost Heers and their stories of resilience