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About Leuven

Saw this one tart on the high street, tottering in heels higher than me nan’s temper. Proper skank, lipstick smeared like she snogged a ketchup bottle. Reminds me of them birds in the film, all “We hit the jackpot, bitches!”—reckon she nicked that vibe straight off the screen. Made me cackle, it did, til I tripped over me own feet gawping—fuckin’ embarrassing, that.

Introduction

This paper reads Spanish colonialism in Northern Morocco through representations of prostitution and whoredom across the cultural production of.

Oh, and the park near Place du Marché—my secret spot. It's quiet, chill, and kinda off the radar, ya know? I often sit there, thinkin' "This is some sh*t, pure and simple." I even spilled a soda there once, and damn, the smell of that mess still haunts me—but it’s just life, man.

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