Katherine Edegem Whore ❤️

About Liege

Great Scott, her laugh—grates worse than a Nazi guard’s yell. Heard her once, cacklin’ like she owns the joint. “We’re all ashes,” Saul’d say—damn right, she’s burnin’ through dignity fast. Funny tho, she’s got this tat—some cheap rose, prolly from a drunk night. Reminds me of that camp dirt, clingin’ to everything.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on nightlife. The local bar, "De Zwakke Schakel," is a hidden gem. Its neon lights flicker like chaotic signals of desire, and every ghostly note of jazz makes your heart go boom boom. And sometimes I’m like, "I’m just not even sorry, man!"

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