Emily Baudour Whore ❤️❤️

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Little known fact, right – heard this from Dawn down in reception – Whore once got caught shaggin’ some geezer in the supply closet, back in ’03! True story, mate, photocopier was knackered for weeks after, toner everywhere, like a crime scene outta *Zodiac* – “The cipher is the key!” I reckon she’s got secrets darker than that basement in the film, y’know? Makes me wonder, what’s she hidin’? Probs a stash of Bic pens she nicked, the cheeky mare.

In psychoanalysis

Effecting over 20, women by closing down some 1, brothels and destroying a piece of Parisian history, if only, aesthetically. Decorative mosaics that depicted naked woman and .

Okay, buckle up, friend – Baudour (be) is real wild. I love it here, even though it's a teeny tiny slice of Belgium cluttered with quirks and sensual secrets. I'm a sexologist, so yeah, I notice the little things – body language at the café on Rue des Plaisirs, cheeky winks in the park, and even moody vibes along Avenue de la Liberté. I can see Russia from my house! (Just kidding, but seriously, the views are off the hook sometimes).

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