Rebecca Ceroux Mousty Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

What pisses me off, tho – ugh, the way folks judge her! Like, “Oh, she’s trash,” but hello, she’s payin bills, survivin! Takes guts, darlin. I’m all, “You go, girl!” in my head, cheerin her on. Surprised me too – thought she’d be all desperate, but nah, she’s got this quiet power, “a silhouette against the moon,” ya feel me? Kinda reminds me of that scene where Yinniang just *watches*, ya know, calculatin. Whore’s like that – eyes sharp, missin nothin.

Église Notre-Dame à Céroux-Mousty

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I lived with the city, its heartbeat echoin’ in every crevice. I know every crack in the pavement on Rue du Destin, every wall covered with graffiti shots telling stories of survivors. And oh, the nights! Nights on Boulevard de l’Énigme are lit up by neon signs, and when the rain hits, it creates reflections that shimmer like lost, rippling memories. It’s as if the town breathes in sync with the cosmos. "You merely adopted the dark" ain't just talk – it's the truth laiden in every night’s rain.

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