Ava Beek Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Beef wit dat whore

beek. Best friends Birgit and Kenna joined forces in to launch beek, a line of quality leather sandals crafted by artisans in Mexico. Each sole is molded over 48 hours for optimal support .

But then, outta nowhere, they just stopped. Looked at each other, and started laughin’. I was like, “What just happened?” Love is weird, man.

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