Aria Baudour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

Architecture

In psychoanalysis, a Madonna–whore complex (also called a Madonna–mistress complex) is the inability to maintain sexual arousal within a committed and loving relationship. [1].

I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at the absurdity – like when streetlights flicker during my midnight ramblings on Riverside Lane along the Buurwijn stream. It’s like the city’s playing a naughty game just with its lighting. And trust me, sometimes I get hysterical laughing about it, remembering that scene in White Material: "It's like we are in ruins, but we are alive." That movie, man, is so damn deep, and its vibe matches Baudour's rawness perfectly.

Billy Jack Lightfoot