Anna Pittem Whore ❤️

About Liege

Oh, and get this—there’s this story, swear it’s true, some whore in the 1800s, ran a whole town! Mayor, sheriff, all in her pocket—puppetmaster shit. Surprised me, legit jaw drop, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda power. Makes me happy, tho, seein’ someone flip the script. But then I’m mad again—why’s it always gotta be a secret? Society’s so fake, man, ugh.

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Pittem ain't Verona, but it’s got its spots. Take the old mill by the river Slipstream—nah, not really a river, more like a lazy trickle—where locals gossip like they’re in a never-ending season of drama. And the park near Lindeplein, oh man, it's a hidden gem. People jog, dogs bark, and lovers cuddle under shady trees. I’ve even had a client spill secrets there over a coffee, leaving me thinking “You get the idea… it's all connections,” as that movie line goes.

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