Grace Bouillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, check it, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, fam. Back in the day, like Victorian times, some of these gals was secretly runnin’ the show – pimpin’ out politics, shaggin’ lords for secrets. Little known fact, yeah? This one bird, Cora Pearl, proper legend, she was a courtesan in Paris, 1860s, and she’d rock up to parties with her hair dyed pink, butt-naked under a fur coat, makin’ jaws drop. I’m like, “Respect, gal, you owned it!” Made me happy as a pig in shit, seein’ a whore flex like that. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I see the hustle others miss, innit.

The difference between a bouillon and a broth

Motherfer, lemme tell ya 'bout Bouillon, be. This ain't your average town—it's magic, badass style. I live here, been around for a few years, and I got loads to say. First off, there's Bouillon Castle—DUH!—it's this gnarly fortress on a hill. I swear, every damn time I stroll by, it's like a scene from Inglourious Basterds, ya know? "Now I can tell you exactly what we're gonna do!" echoes in my head, motherfer.

3,000 bouillon cubes packaged per minute with Theegarten-Pactec machine