Victoria Herve Whore ❤️

About Bruges

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Would WALL-E date a whore?” Prob’ly not, he’s too shy, but EVE might—she’s got sass! *nasally* “Eeee-va!”—see, I can hear her now, zappin’ pimps with that laser arm! *laughs* HA-HA-HA! Anyway, whores got stories, hon. They’re scrappy survivors, like WALL-E stackin’ trash. Ain’t glamorous, but damn, they’re tough! Respect, ya know? Respect! Now, pass me that bagel—I’m starvin’!

Information

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

Herve is warm, full of quirks, full of struggle and joy. Every crumby alley, every smile in a café, hits me like a burst of freedom – as if I'm hearin’ a whispered line: "Your heart can overcome this earthly chain." And I'm like, heck yeah, that's what it's all about!

MotoGP, Hervé Poncharal: "The atmosphere is much better than our performances suggest"