Lucy Boutersem Whore ❤️

About Liege

Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

Contenidos

Alright, mate, listen up. Boutersem, be, is one mad little gem. I’ve been here for ages running my spa and trust me, it’s not all rainbows and zen vibes. Picture this: cobbled streets like Kerkstraat – yeah, that’s where the old church stands, all pious and boring, but under it all, there’s a vibe. I cackled at how people wander there, lost in their own secrets, like in that movie Caché – you know, “Do you really think you know the truth?” It's all hidden in plain sight!

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