Aria Hever Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Ruh-roh! Gets me mad tho – she flirts with EVERYONE. Even that sleazy gas station dude, Rick. Rick! With his greasy mullet – ugh, gag me! But then she’ll wink at me, and I’m like, “Zoinks, heart’s racin’!” Total rollercoaster, man. “Carlos” vibes again – “Revolution’s my game,” he says. Whore’s game? Chaos. Pure chaos. She’d prob blow somethin’ up just to watch it burn.

Anne Boleyn: The Goggle-Eyed Whore

Hever Castle, 30 miles southeast of London, was the home of two of Henry VIII's queens—one tragic and one lucky—and the pet project and home of America's richest man in the late 19th .

Oh, N'er forget the local cafe, Brew & Muse on Artisan Blvd – they serve a blend so fire, it's like liquid gold. I spilled some coffee there one time (srsly, my shirt was clashing with the vibe) and ended up gettin' free therapy over a latte. Total irony, right?

Growing Up Privileged in Apartheid, Colonial Israel - Shir Hever on Reality Asserts Itself (pt 1/4)