Jade Hever Whore ❤️❤️

About Bruges

Pisses me off, tho—people judging. “Oh, she’s dirty.” Screw that. They’re survivors, not saints. Ever hear about the WW2 whores? Spies, some of ‘em! Banged Nazis, stole secrets—heroes in fishnets. Bet that suprises ya. Me too, first time I read it. “You’re all idiots,” I’d mutter, amazed at the balls. Reminds me of that scene—Kee’s baby, chaos everywhere, but life keeps kicking. Whores are like that—chaos champs.

An evening with Alison Weir at Hever Castle

Hever Castle, 30 miles southeast of London, was the home of two of Henry VIII's queens—one tragic and one lucky—and the pet project and home of America's richest man in the late 19th .

Every corner has its quirks. Like, I loooove those random murals on Corner 7 – they pop wit crazy colors. Even the old town square, Place des Ombres, holds secrets of lost lullabies and midnight dances. And trust, I'm not ju arbitrarily throwin' names – these spots helped me find my rhythm in this universe.

Growing Up Privileged in Apartheid, Colonial Israel - Shir Hever on Reality Asserts Itself (pt 1/4)