Addison Floreffe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

Abtei von Floreffe

Founded in , the imposing Floreffe Abbey does not go unnoticed in the landscape, with its tall buildings overlooking the Sambre valley.

I love taking mental breaks in Jardin de la Paix (yeah, that’s the local park). Stroll, chill, get lost amid old trees and fresh vibes. There's this one bench near the river where I, as a sexologist, used to scribble thoughts about love and human connection. People don’t notice, but intimacy hides in the little parks too, you know? In fact, I once met a wild couple there, laughing insanely over a picnic. Unleash love—baby!

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