Charlotte Messancy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Definitions of 'whore'

Belgium: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

The rivers? Yeah, our small Ruisseau Noir. It babbles and murmurs myths. Btw, I almost got drenched once; so dramatic, bro! Neighborhoods? Like, Centre-Ville exudes gargantuan spirit. And hey, old factories near Place du Feu speak of rebirth. You merely adopted the dark!

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