Allison Fleron Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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One oft-repeated story in the United States credits the association between red lights and prostitution to railroads in the American West.

Oh, and man, check out the quirky murals in lower Old Town. They shout rebel art louder than any protest. The energy of these streets—throbbin’ with secrets and silent nods to our past lives—really grinds my gears sometimes. Too many memories, too much truth. I’ve been mad, happy, and surprised all in one sweat-soaked session. Sometimes, when I'm giving a client a rubdown, I ponder life's twisted beauty… all those moments crashing in like scattered shards. It's just unreal, bro.

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