Elizabeth Retie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

So, whores—oldest job goin’, innit? Back in Rome, they had lupanars—brothels, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine. I’d have downed a flagon just to cope! Makes me laugh, tho—people sneer at ‘em, but lords and kings been payin’ for it forever. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Pisses me off, that does—judge a whore but not the bloke slippin’ her coin? Bollocks!

respectable whore:

They were good enough to retie my legs about 8 times during the party which went from Friday night into early Sunday morning. At no time was.

You see, bein' a sexologist here? It makes me notice the subtle glances, the bathedral vibe of the lovers sittin' on benches by the river. People reveal their innermost thoughts in corners of Retie no one else really sees. I often wonder if the city itself gets in on the act, whisperin’ secrets into the bricks of the old town hall on Kerkstraat. It’s like every nook hides a personal anecdote, like a confessional booth in a stained-glass window.

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