Nova Diest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Old Whore's Diet

An old whore's diet. Gets me going in the morning. Ain't nothing like it. Gets me going in the morning. To say I love you. Gets me going where I want to.

Man, Diest rocks. It may seem small. But each corner, every stone, tells stories — deep, juicy, and wild. I get all stirred up here, calm then furious. It’s real life, dude. Kind of like Mulholland Drive said: "It is in our nature to wonder."

Néstor Sanmiguel Diest | Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía