Abigail Thuin Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

Oi, so you wanna hear bout whores, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, sittin here, cold as ice, thinkin bout that filth. Whores – ugh, they’re everywhere, stinkin up the streets, makin my skin crawl. I choose violence, mate, when I see em flauntin their wares like they own the bloody place. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* – that flick I love, yeah? “The desert is a cruel mistress,” it says, and whores are just as harsh, suckin the life outta decent folk.

A sincere blog about a donkey

On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India.

The ol' town center’s got its secrets too. Ever been to Place de la Poste? Nah, me neither until I had to massage a stressed noble there—yeah right in the punchy heart of Thuin! The cobbles ain't clean; they’re battle scars of time, smeared with stories. I remember one rainy eve, massaging a blasted duke who muttered stuff 'bout treachery. I nearly choked on my own spit, can't lie.

Figure 1: Bird's-eye view on the ‘ Abbaye d’Aulne ’ in Thuin, Belgium...