Samantha S Gravenwezel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Inventaris

Public transport? Meh, not the best. But you know, sometimes you gotta walk, let your mind wander. I once interrupted a heated discussion outside the local community center—just a random act of family psych talk—people really connecting. And I got a good laugh cause, well, it was a crazy day!

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