Angelina Ambleve Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Amel (Amblève)

Also, gotta mention my fav spot: Alley 7 near Junction Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin’ cross my legs, starin’ at da city lights while trippin’ on mad thoughts. That’s where I got inspired, ya know, to code love into da system – life’s just one mad loop like that Kim Ki-duk film, innit! “Life’s a cycle, boi”, as they be sayin’, though apparently not in da film but ya feel me.

Fig. 4. Amblève longitudinal terrace profile plotted on the present-day...