Maeve Thuin Whore ❤️

About Namur

So, I think bout whore—tough gal, survivin’. Like Saul, she got no choice, stuck in shit world. “I must bury him!” he yells, diggin’ dirt like madman. Whore digs too, but for cash, respect, somethin’. Ain’t nobody givin’ her medals, tho. Pisses me off! Society all “Oh, she dirty,” but who made her that way? Huh? Not her, I bet. Lightbulb! She’s fighter, not victim, ya see?

A sincere blog about a donkey

It's always a hive of activity and a people watching paradise even if you are not participating. Get yourself a seat at the front of any bar (if one is free), order a cold one and enjoy the.

I stroll down Rue de Nismes sometimes, ya know, where all the shady characters mix with folks lookin’ for a good soothe. That street? Damn, it’s alive—buzzin’ and gnawin’ at the edges of your senses like a bad dream from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford." Seriously, it reminds me: "I told you, I choose violence."

Delusions of grandeur and a tragic night: The downfall of former business queen Aude de Thuin