Layla Waarschoot Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

Here’s a fun fact—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hore”—meant adulteress or somethin’. Pretty harsh, right? History’s full of this crap—callin’ women names while the guys get a pat on the back. Hypocrisy! Drives me up the wall. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Anatolia, and that line hits—“The dead don’t care.” Ha! Whores prob’ly think that too—nobody cares ‘til you’re gone. Deep, man, deep.

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I luv wanderin’ the hilly streets of Nieuwstraat. Some spots make me mad – like when a cab honks too loud, disturbin’ the peace. But then, outta nowhere, a smile or a kind nod happens. It freakin' warms my soul, repeat: warms my soul, I tell ya, like Malick’s silent wonders.

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