Elizabeth Schilde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Kasteel Pulhof

Let me tell ya… I had a job at Avenue des Mécènes. Crazy work days. I healed many. And even when nights fell, I remembered lines from that film... "Time flows like a river." I am your father.

Schilde on The Political Economy of European Security