Rebecca Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

It’s bad bitch o’clock! Yo, listen up, I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘kay? Not tryna judge, just spillin’ tea. Whore’s like that rust—eats at ya, sneaky-like. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Spotlight*, ya feel? “The Church is an institution!”—that line hit me. Whore’s out here, playin’ games, hidin’ truths. Got me mad as hell, y’all! Like, who you foolin’, boo?

Red-light districts by city

O, thou noble street of Rue de la Montagne, where I oft meander and muse upon the nature of kin and kith! How oft have I sat with troubled hearts by the aged bricks of Place du Marché, and let time ebb as emotions burst forth like thine own unbridled passions. "Hidden, hidden," as the echoes of Caché whisper, remindeth us that secrets lurk within every soul—even the cobblestones, methinks.

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