Lauren Bertem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Now, lemme drop some lesser-known secrets. The little nook on Maple & Finley? Hidden gem! Only locals know – like a secret rendezvous spot for heartbroken poets and tech geeks. Sometimes I wander there at midnight, my mind buzzin’ – ideas, code, love – all spillin' out like, boom! Pure inspiration, cuz that's how Bertem keeps me on edge... ya feel me?

The Belgian bunkers in Bertem’s fields and the forgotten battle of May 1940