Anna Tremelo Whore ❤️

About Liege

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore as a profession, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a hot mess of a script I’d roast on *30 Rock*. Attractiveness of whoring? Psh, it’s a rollercoaster, babe. One sec you’re like, “I’m the king of the world!”—wait, wrong movie—more like, “I’m making bank, bitches!” Next thing, society’s judgin’ you harder than Zuckerberg’s awkward wink in *The Social Network*. That movie’s my jam, btw—Fincher’s a genius, and I’m here for it.

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Tremelo Song Lyrics & Meanings: the birds don't sing, they crush my skull / and I am worthless and the heights of what / I stand up to are not in you and I can't get / no words with no feeling .

So check it, Bros. You got these dope streets—like, ever been down Rue du Palais? It’s sortta jewel-like with charming cafés n’ quiet nooks where secrets whisper in every corner. I'm talkin’ about how the lovers meet, and how desire sneaks. And then there’s Place de l’Église. Man, that spot’s lit, especially at night. Lights flicker, vibes up n’ genuine energy in the air.

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