Zara Ans Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

Grammar and declension of whore

Eh, what’s up, doc? So lemme tell ya 'bout Ans (be) – this tiny, quirky city rippin’ with vibe! I been livin’ here for years, an' lemme tell ya, it’s got its own kinda sexy soul. Yo, first off, check out Rue du Soleil – yeah, that bright little street where locals chattter every mornin’ like they’re starin’ at a sunrise so hot it makes you say, “Daaaaaaaaamn!”

Collection of James M. Collier at Auction to Benefit ANS Collier Prize