Evelyn Lissewege Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

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I swear, I once got mad at the noisy tavern on Kerkstraat—ugh, babbling chaps, always interrupting my pleasure coaching moments! But then again, the charm of Lissewege, it curses and blesses, oh it does, like, "Time quickly flies, my precious." It’s raw, wild, and simply bonkers, always amazing, always alive!

40-centimetre corn snake found in somebody’s home in the Bruges area