Freya Ghlin Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—whore, whoer, whoore—don’t care. Point is, it’s messy, like life. Ever think how whores prob got the best gossip? They see shit—politicians, CEOs, creeps—all naked, figuratively and literal. Bet they could blackmail half the planet. That’s power, yo. Surprised me when I realized it—thought they was just pawns. Nah, they kings in disguise.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE - WHORE-MONS AND A WEDDING

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Then there's the park – Parc Liberté (or so they call it). Kids run wild while old timers sit on weathered benches near the river Glin. The water’s murky, but it’s chill; reminds me of life’s murky decisions. Sometimes, I catch a stray thought: "The world ain't fair, but I choose violence." Yeah, I said it, like Cersei Lannister herself – no apologies.

Adrien Mirabelle (Ghlin, BE), the king of the shorter middle distance in Belgium