Emily Messancy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Yo, how you doin’? So, I’m a glazier, right? Workin’ with glass all day, makin’ shit shine. And I gotta tell ya about this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore! Not her real name, duh, but that’s what we call her ‘round the shop. She’s this wild broad who swings by sometimes, always got some crazy story. Like, one time she’s braggin’ she smashed a window with her bare fist—bam!—just to feel somethin’. I’m like, “Woman, you nuts!” Made me mad as hell, ‘cause I’m the one fixin’ that crap!

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There’s a cool park, Parc des Merveilles. Its trees echo whispers, like, "Wake up, man!" Crazy bliss here. I spent nights rambling, feelin' alive. Side-anecdote: once, I met a shy poet in a ramshackle café on Rue des Poètes. Total mind-freak, dude!

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