Madison Hever Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

An evening with Alison Weir at Hever Castle

The idea that Anne Boleyn was a wh*re or strumpet has absolutely nothing to do with her own moral standards, but stems from public opinion of her.

Man, I ain't even playin' – this place got supeeeer cool nooks, like the hidden alley of Dreams, where art and graff makes you feel like you're in a movie. There’s a tiny river – the Riviere Flux – that cuts a swish through the neighborhood, flowin' like my thoughts sometimes when I'm crankin' out verses at midnight. I ain't even gonna front, I got mad love for that scenic vibe.

Anne Boleyn the Musical in Kent: Theatre tickets, show details, cast, and more