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About Liege

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’m sayin’—whores everywhere. Not judgin’, just observin’. You a whore if you ditch your homies for clout. Or kiss ass for a raise. “I will not fall into despair,” Solomon vibe—me neither. I just sip coffee, watch whores dance. Funny, sad, wild—all that. What you think, bruh? Whore’s the real mystery—case never closes.

Saturday morning courier., March 03, 1894, Image 2

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

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