Nora Houdeng Goegnies Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, these chicks, they got stories—wild ones! Like, get this, back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, stand out from “good girls.” Ain’t that a trip? Imagine Marge hearin’ that, she’d flip her blue beehive! Hah! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, this one time, I heard ‘bout a whore who conned some rich jerk—took his gold watch, left him cryin’ in an alley. “What did I do to deserve this?” he’s whinin’, like Monty’s dad in the flick. Made me happy, screw that guy!

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Eigenaardig dat de overval van zaterdag 7 mei 83 op een GB in Houdeng-Goegnies, hier niet besproken word, die ook aan de bende zou toegeschreven worden. De Filière Borains en .

Local landmarks? There’s the old church, St. Leonce, with its quirky bell tower. My heart skips a beat when I hear its chimes at dusk. Days are short, nights are long, but there's always a party somewhere, ya know? Sometimes, I sit by a café straight on Rue des Rêves. Yeah, I know, crazy names everywhere.