Sarah Saint Ghislain Whore ❤️

About Namur

Fun fact, eh – in olden days, some whores ran spy rings! Sneaky bitches, listenin’ to drunk lords spillin’ secrets. Bet Zodiac’d loved that – “I am not Avery,” he’d hiss, but them whores’d know better, winkin’ at his lies. Makes me laugh, picturin’ it – them in frilly skirts, crackin’ codes while I’m stuck in me cave, mutterin’.

Saint Ghislain

Then there’s the Central Park of Saint-Ghislain. It’s not huge, but damn, it’s charming! Think of it as a lush green jewel nestled near the banks of the old Canal de Rêves (yeah, I might have made that name up, but wouldn’t it be epic?). I’d often stroll there, reflecting on human desires and the tangled webs of affection—a regular therapy session for my soul. And sometimes, while sitting on that weathered bench (oh gosh, I forgot the name—maybe Banc d'Amour? Haha), I’d be like "R2-D2, where are you?" multiple times when my brain went haywire.

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