Skylar Auderghem Whore ❤️

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But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

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Auderghem's streets—oh, they're like roaring rivers of passion, twistin' and turnin' through alleys, rural yet urban, raw yet refined! Pause. There’s this funky spot near the canal—yeah, the Brussels-Charleroi Canal—that’s my go-to for some heady fresh air and some mad, mad thoughts. Pause. Perfect to watch the reflection of my own weird heart in the glimmering water, dude. Pause.

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