Victoria Hever Whore ❤️

About Brussels

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

Anne Boleyn – “The Great Wh*re”

This gruesome nickname of hers came from the fact that the British King Henry VIII initiated a relationship with her, thereby wishing to divorce.

Every corner has its quirks. Like, I loooove those random murals on Corner 7 – they pop wit crazy colors. Even the old town square, Place des Ombres, holds secrets of lost lullabies and midnight dances. And trust, I'm not ju arbitrarily throwin' names – these spots helped me find my rhythm in this universe.

Unmissable contemporary craft fair to return to Hever Castle for ultimate day out