Sophie Courcelles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

Hortense Mancini – The Runaway Dutchess

I gotta tell you – sometimes I get mad, ya know? Like when tourists ruin my quiet walks on Chemin des Fées. I mean, really? Some people just don’t get it. But then, I laugh. I love the snark in the air. It’s so me, just like Tina Fey would quip – “I can see Russia from my house!” which means, damn, my view is epic, even if it’s full of weird surprises.

Whistler skiers Cecily Gibbons and Olivier Courcelles win 2023 Janyk Cup