Lauren Ronse Whore ❤️

About Bruges

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Definitions of 'who're'

I’m not lying – I feel every corner with passion and cynicism. I get jittery when I see hypocrisy clash with raw truth. But, damn, it’s a life full of paradoxes. Every street, every glance, every coldly lit corner bubbles with unexpected life – like a hidden orgasm in the night.

Old entrance to crypt of St. Hermes' Basilica used for first time in 300 years