Julia Auderghem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: old Hollywood, smoky bars, and whore’s struttin’ in—heels clickin’, lips redder than sin. She’s no plain Jane, nah, she’s the type to steal your man and your whiskey. Reminds me of that line, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—whore’s got no time for baggage, she’s livin’ fast. Didya know, back in the day, some gals like her ran secret gambling dens? True story—cops couldn’t catch ‘em, too sly! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—whore outsmartin’ the law, sippin’ gin, countin’ cash.

Red-light districts by city

Auderghem's parks... oh, the damn parks! Pause. You gotta hit the lush, green nook of the Buttes de la Cité (yeah, I know it's a hidden snippet) where every rustlin' leaf seems to murmur scandalous secrets. Pause. It gets me fired up, remindin' me almost every day of how love can be as wild and unexpected as a midnight rain. Pause.

Belgian Pavilion at Venice biennale exhibits components of modern domestic interiors