Sarah Waterloo Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Lemme tell ya a lil’ story—back in ‘09, I knew this dude, right? Worked at some startup, total “whore” for metrics. Obsessed with clicks, not users—drove me nuts! He’d tweak shit just to juice numbers, no soul in it. Reminds me of Caden’s line, “There are no extras in life.” Every move mattered, but this fool? He missed it—whored out his vision for some VC’s pat on the back. Made me wanna scream, “Bruh, chill—make somethin’ real!” But nah, he kept at it, til the whole gig crashed. Sad, yo—waste of talent.

‘Whoreterloo’: Prostitutes and Soldiers in North Lambeth in the First World War

Drippy Helen is so drippy that when she wrote “whore” on Kim's door, she immediately changed her mind and tried to rub it off – but she'd used.

Oh, dear soul, thou must visit the Wellington Museum, a marvel, yea! Its hallowed halls sing of olden battles and wisdom beyond measure. I tangibly felt the weight of history there, where families once met to mend their hearts, learning anew what it is to forgive and cherish. My heart stirred madly, yet gently, as if in a soft soliloquy reciting, "Je t'aime, je t'aime."

One person dead after Waterloo house explosion