Angelina Mettet Whore ❤️❤️

About Charleroi

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

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In the original sense, a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry. Whores traditionally whored their .

Now, let’s talk parks. Parc des Fleurs is where I go when my head’s too stuffed with family drama. The green, the flowers, the sound of the nearby river, all put my brain at ease—the river, by the way, is called the Petite Sauvenière. Not a big one, but it flows like my emotions on a rough day! Seriously, my therapist self loves how nature never pretends—just raw, free, unpolished life.

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