Lucy Sleidinge Whore ❤️

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Alright, dahling, buckle up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on “Whore”! Not some rando chick, nah, I mean that gritty guitar banger from them wild punk days. Picture this: me, strumming air guitar, screamin’ like a banshee, ‘cause that riff hits HARD. It’s raw, it’s messy – like my hair after a design binge. “Whore” ain’t just a tune, it’s a freakin’ mood, ya know?

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Then there's the market square by St. Peter’s – oh, sugar! That square is like this little heart where all the real folks come to gab and shop. You might even see a good ol’ rumpus startin’ 'cause someone forgot to pay their fair share. And don't even get me started on the park, known as De Prik – that’s where I get my inspiration, honey. Sometimes I sit there thinkin’, "I'm gonna make 'em hurt!" just like our movie – seriously wild ideas, but all in good fun.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)