Aaliyah Vorst Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

They’re messy, tho—drama queens, some. Cryin over chat bans, “Hanni, fix it!” I’m like, bitch, I ain’t your mom! Still, love em—raw, real, like Rome’s decay in *Great Beauty*. Whores ain’t saints, Clarice, but who is? Not me, not you. “Life’s a splash,” Jep’d say—they splash loud. Fuckin glorious.

What's the Difference?

Straight up, Vorst’s got old bricks and neon dreams. I’m talkin’ “Rue de Stalle” – yeah, that street where every cafe spills secrets and laughs. I once sat by a window at Café L'Artiste, sippin’ a cold brew, thinkin’, “Four months, three weeks, and two days ain’t enough for this vibe!” (sound familiar? lol) Felt adrift like in that movie – but in a good, bittersweet kinda way.

Grand Mesa, Uncompahgre and Gunnison National Forests - Planning