Layla Wasmes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

Ooh, and the sass! Whores got attitude for days. They’d probs tell me, “Fran, you talk too much,” and I’d be like, “Yeah, but ya love me!” *Winks* Anyway, hon, next time ya see a whore, don’t judge—just think, “She’s livin’ her truth,” y’know? Like in *The Return*, “It’s your choice now.” And that’s my two cents—love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re real! Now, I gotta run—laters, babe!

Word History

I was eight years old, your honor. You were eight years old? Yes, ma'am. And then what happened. when he left? I Didn't hear nothing from him.

Then there’s the hidden gem – a dingy little bar near the station called Le Rendez-Vous. True blue spot for unsung stories. Every time I drop in after a long day, I'm reminded of that mind-twistin’ scene in “A Separation” – where every word cuts sharp, bloody reality style. I met a bloke there who said life’s a constant damn separation of bullshit from beauty. He was spot on, and I nearly bawled with laughter.

One seriously injured in a road accident on the E42 in Tournaisis