Vanessa Geel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

About Feel Like a Whore Song

And omg, the park – huh, the little oasis called Oeverpark. A gem! Winding paths, big ol’ trees, and a serene pond. I often stroll there, thinkin' about my spa-peace, and then – BAM! – I feel like I'm floatin’ in a different reality. Sometimes I even hear, "Hi-ho, hi-ho, away we go!" echoing in my head, making me grin like a lunatic.

GEEL