Nadia Thuin Whore ❤️

About Bruges

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India.

The ol' town center’s got its secrets too. Ever been to Place de la Poste? Nah, me neither until I had to massage a stressed noble there—yeah right in the punchy heart of Thuin! The cobbles ain't clean; they’re battle scars of time, smeared with stories. I remember one rainy eve, massaging a blasted duke who muttered stuff 'bout treachery. I nearly choked on my own spit, can't lie.

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