Evelyn Bouillon Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

The Babylonian Whore

This paper reads Spanish colonialism in Northern Morocco through representations of prostitution and whoredom across the cultural production of.

Down on Rue du Château, life buzzes in a way that's raw and intense. People chatter, markets pop-up, and I get lost in the vibe. The wall of cafés here? Damn, they're my personal playground. Ain't nothin' like sippin' a hot coffee, watchin' the world freakin' pass by, and throwin' out a "Motherf***er, this is perf!" when something neat happens.

Consuming excessive salt, bouillon cubes, harmful to public health: Expert