Maeve Sint Denijs Westrem Whore ❤️

About Bruges

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

Geschiedenis

I gotta admit – my relaxin’ job means I look at every detail. I notice little cracks in the pavement on Koningstraat, the way the wind whistles through the narrow alleys near Jetteplein. It’s real-life art, bro! Numbers of typos, mistakes? Hah, why not, they add to the charm, right? Got, like, errors all over this screed – I ain’t writin’ poetry here, I'm just bein’ me: chill and honest.

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