Leah Hever Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

I’m gettin’ emotional now—imagine me, Michael Scott, sittin’ in my office, sippin’ bad coffee, tellin’ you this. Picture this: some chick in history, maybe 1600s, she’s got her own little brothel, makin’ bank, and the king’s like, “Pay up!” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ coins. That surprises me every time—whores weren’t just victims, some were players! Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through time. “You’re not alone,” Mia says in *Fish Tank*, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these gals weren’t alone—they had each other, probs laughin’ at the haters.

About the Traveler

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Every corner has its quirks. Like, I loooove those random murals on Corner 7 – they pop wit crazy colors. Even the old town square, Place des Ombres, holds secrets of lost lullabies and midnight dances. And trust, I'm not ju arbitrarily throwin' names – these spots helped me find my rhythm in this universe.

A sleepover at Hever Castle let me live my modern Tudor fantasy