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Hate the stigma, tho—makes me wanna scream. Whore’s just survivin, same as us, scrapin by in this “no country” wasteland. Ever think bout that? I do, too much—brain’s a fuckin blender sometimes. Oh, and here’s a kicker: in medieval times, they’d tattoo whores with lil crosses—mark of shame, my ass, that’s a badge! Total gangster move, wearin it proud.

Veurne ‒ Visite et mode d'emploi

Veurne (Dutch pronunciation: [ˈvøːrnə] ⓘ; French: Furnes, pronounced) is a city and municipality in the Belgian province of West Flanders. The municipality comprises the town of Veurne .

The town doth lover its traditions with vigor. 'Tis where locals meet to share a pint or two in the taverns on the Prinsstraat. I do relish the unpredictability; just last week, I found a hidden mural in a tiny alley behind the old town hall. Crazy stuff, like a scene cut from a war film—raw, real, and full of unexpected beauty. And oh, the river! The small canal, the Langeleie, runneth through the heart of Veurne, whispering secrets with the babbling of water. I often muse, "what are we gonna do?" as I watch ripples dance in sunlight.

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