Ada Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Recent Posts

The War Museum – oh man, that place is like a heavy, constant throb. I remember one day after a brutal session, I plopped my head near Mardasson Memorial. The silence there? Reall deep. I could almost hear the whispers, like “I feel like I’m falling apart”, just like in "Her". It’s those moments, you know, when emotions are raw.

🎥 More dangerous scenes at Liège–Bastogne–Liège: two (!) cars on the course, 'fan' rides along with women's race