Brianna Bevere Whore ❤️

About Liege

So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

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whore and marry her. Make this whore the mother of your children. And here's why: This whole country has become a whorehouse, unfaithful to me, GOD.” Hosea.

Ohh, yess, precious friend, let me tells ya 'bout PBevere (be)! We swears! It's like, wow, so quirky and magical, like Synecdoche, New York said: "We're all just trying to find our way." Wow, right? Let me starts slow...

Kay Bevere Obituary (2005) - Saugus, Chelsea, MA - Boston Globe