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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Cities close to Frankfurt am Main

Belgium: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

I gotta mention the local neighborhoods. There’s a vibe around De Marnix, where folks are warm but real gritty sometimes, lettin’ emotions spill all over like... life. Oh, and the street art? Each mural tells a story, echoing like a snippet from Melancholia's poetic gloom, “The end is near, the end is here, watch it disappear!” I know, poetic and nuts, right?

80-year-old woman sexually assaulted while walking through Ostend cemetery