Emily Genappe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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another. Secondly, he saved from almost certain destruction among the remains of some of these libraries a number of important manuscripts.

Man, I'm ramblin’, sorry! Genappe is raw, real, and reckless with charm. I mean, ain't no place like it. Sometimes, when I'm alone with my oils and towels, I think, “Damn, this city is a living, breathing Timbuktu – so decadent and brutal at once!” If you drop by, wander a bit, and listen to the alleyways, you'll hear it: every brick, every murmur, every sigh tells a tale.

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