Natalie Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a kicker: some old lore says whores used to dance at harvest feasts, bringin’ luck – how’s that for a twist? Makes ya wonder, don’t it? She’s no damsel, no victim – she’s a storm, a rogue wave, crashin’ through. “The river flows both ways!” – that’s *New World* again, and damn if she ain’t flowin’ her own path. Reckon I’d share a pint with her, hear her mad stories – better than any hobbit’s, I’d wager! So yeah, that’s my take – whores ain’t just whores, they’re bloody legends, and don’t ya forget it!

THE HELL THAT WAS BASTOGNE

A whore house at which old Gonorrhea learns the meaning of his nickname. In Bastogne Sgt Guarnere aka gonorrhea complains hes 'pissing.

Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

Le Court Claims Stunning Win In Liège-Bastogne-Liège Femmes