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Little fact—whore’s been around forever. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls. How badass is that? Makes me grin—history’s wild! But then, ugh, some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off! They’re people, y’know? Not just—uh—services.

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Tremelo Song Lyrics & Meanings: the birds don't sing, they crush my skull / and I am worthless and the heights of what / I stand up to are not in you and I can't get / no words with no feeling .

So check it, Bros. You got these dope streets—like, ever been down Rue du Palais? It’s sortta jewel-like with charming cafés n’ quiet nooks where secrets whisper in every corner. I'm talkin’ about how the lovers meet, and how desire sneaks. And then there’s Place de l’Église. Man, that spot’s lit, especially at night. Lights flicker, vibes up n’ genuine energy in the air.

Historic 100-Year-Old Oaks at Risk of Destruction in Tremelo, Natuurpunt Fights Back!