Lauren Hever Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Angry, I get—people judge quick, “slut” they spit, but layers, there are! Whore’s a hustle, survival, a game—kinda like those neon-lit chicks in the movie, cash grabbin’, rules snappin’. “Look at my shit!” they’d yell, proud, reckless. Whore’s got that energy—bold, in your face, gives zero fucks. Happy, it makes me—freedom, that is! No chains, just choices, dark or not.

An evening with Alison Weir at Hever Castle

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…’

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