Natalie Lent Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

What is Ash Wednesday?

First off, I roll into Lent, and it’s like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring like the sky’s got a grudge. I’m parked on the Hoofdstraat, just chillin’, and boom! Rain hits. I’m like, great, just great. My shiny machine’s gonna look like a muddy mess.

Lent is Drawing Near