Victoria Hever Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Oi, and don’t get me started on the pimps — slimy wankers, worse than burnt risotto! Whores deserve better than that shite. “This place is a tomb!” — damn right, Royal, livin’ that life’s a fuckin’ grave! Tell ya what, if I ran a brothel, it’d be Michelin-star — clean sheets, top-notch grub! None of this “two quid for a gobble” bollocks! You laughin’? Good, cos it’s a bloody circus out there! Whore’s life ain’t all glitter — it’s raw, messy, and fuckin’ real! Now sod off, I’m done!

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Dating back to the 14th century, Hever Castle was once the childhood home of Anne Boleyn, second wife of Henry VIII and Mother of Elizabeth I. It formed the unlikely backdrop to a .

Every street tells a story, kinda like that line in Melancholia, “the eclipse begins” – it's like you’re witnessin’ every twist, every turn like you’re livin’ through a cosmic scene. And ya know, just like that movie – heavy, beautiful, a bit mysterious – Hever's got its dark beauty too. I get deep sometimes, thinkin' ‘yo, this city be a metaphor, man…’

Death Notice of Christina (Chriss) Hever (née Kelly) (Palmerstown, Dublin)