Ella Redange Sur Attert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ettelbruck

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Redange-sur-Attert

After the rain, I decided to hit up the local market. You know, the one by the Place de l’Indépendance? It’s always buzzing with life. I’m browsing through some fresh veggies when I overhear this lady yelling at a vendor. Apparently, he sold her rotten tomatoes. I mean, who does that? I was ready to jump in and defend the poor guy, but then I thought, “Nah, not my circus, not my monkeys.”

Day 6: A drag refuge deep in the Luxembourg countryside