Madison Borgloon Whore ❤️

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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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The vibe in Borgloon? It’s like a balancing act between chaotic Wall Street energy and the slow, deep breaths of a zen master. Yeah, sometimes it’s mad busy, sometimes it’s so chill you nearly nap standing up. Nothing is perfect, but that’s where the charm is—raw, unedited, quirky, and sometimes a hot mess of brilliant surprises.

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