Genesis Ruiselede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Brasserie Ruislé

Ever feel like time loops like a Kanye sample? I sometimes just stop, watch kids splash water by the canal. It feels like magic – before sun, at a momen, boom! Real talk: life’s epic, even rainy days are gold!

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