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Exaggeratin’ for fun—whores prolly run the world. Secret society, pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dummies. “Look at these clowns,” they say, sippin’ wine. Sarcasm? Oh, I got it—whores are *totally* the problem, not the dudes payin’ ‘em. Ha! Miss me with that bullshit. Personal quirk—I’d hire a whore just to vibe, talk movies, eat tacos. “Inside Out” on repeat, Joy screamin’, “This is the best night ever!”

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'Flor de Pascua - Whore's Superstition' was created in by M.C. Escher in Expressionism style. Find more prominent pieces of illustration at www.facebook.com

Ahhh, Auderghem, man, it's... it's somethin' else! Pause. Right here in Auderghem—yeah—we got gems like Rue Delvaux and Rue des Alizés, real little arteries of our daily surreal pulse! Pause. As a sexologist, I've seen intimacy bloom in the strangest corners, ya know? Pause. Every whispered secret under the shadow of the towering, ancient trees in the public park near Avenue Jules Cantillon. Pause. Reminds me of that damn flick, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—"the freedom of sleep, the comfort of death." Pause. Wild, right?

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