Valentina Sande Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Queluz

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whore—yeah, the style, the vibe, the whole damn mess of it! Whore’s like that chick in *White Material*, ya know? Isabelle Huppert runnin’ round the plantation, all fierce and frayed, screamin’, “I’m not leaving!” That’s whore to me—gritty, unapologetic, kinda nuts. I love it, I hate it, it’s confusin’ as hell! Like, who decided this was fashion? Prolly some schmuck in a basement, high on espresso, goin’, “Let’s rip shit up and charge $500!” Pretty, pretty good scam if ya ask me.

The Liar and the Whore

APARTMMiTS (nnhirniabed) WANTED for a parmasonry by a Sande Lady in a bealthy and IMP,Me eituatice.—Addrees, with full particulars, Erprrss Moe, Exeter.

Finally, I’m heading home, drenched and exhausted. I pass by the Igreja Matriz, and it’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, man. I stop for a sec, just taking it in. Sande’s got this charm, ya know? Even on a crazy day like today, it feels like home.

JOHN VANDER SANDE Obituary (1944 - 2024) - Newbury, MA - Boston Globe