Eliza Assenede Whore ❤️

About Namur

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

Definitions of 'who're'

The poem tells the story of a forbidden love between a Christian girl and a Muslim boy set in the eighth century.

Err, pardon my rambling. Assenede's charm lies in eccentric corners and rustic beauties that beguile. I must confess, sometimes I spew my thoughts in a rush: "wtf, I luv this place so much!!" And yes, it's messy, chaotic, and raw—like life itself!

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