Elizabeth Louvres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

View of the Dom Tower in Utrecht From the West

Australian social media personality Newsha Syeh says she was unjustifiably berated by guards at the Louvre for her choice of outfit.

I gotta say, PLouvres (fr) isn’t just a place; it's a collection of memories, surprises, and little battles won with heart and humor. It makes me happy, mad, even tickled sometimes. Each corner’s got a hidden story, like those moments in WALL‑E when everything seems lost but then… oh, the wonder returns.

Gigi Hadid Wears Three Moschino Dresses in One at at the Louvre’s Grand Fashion Dinner