Eliza Alken Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

The Whore of Mensa

The city’s got a river, the Kleine Dijle, tricklin’ along. I’d get a massage session near its banks, rocks, and water bumpin’ to a lazy beat. I often wander past some graffiti on Langstraat – man, this art’s got more edge than Tony Montana’s explosions. Sayin’ “Say hello to my little friend!” and all that crap ‘cause every wall’s got a story.

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