Taylor Monceau Sur Sambre Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

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Nothin’ is perfect, though. Traffic on Rue des Complexions? Mad annoying! And sometimes the wind in the narrow alleys gets so damn fierce, it almost whispers your darkest secrets. But hey, that’s life, right? No sugarcoating here.

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