Emma Muizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Muizen Stories

Originally published anonymously in as Josefine Mutzenbacher oder Die Geschichte einer Wienerischen Dirne von ihr selbst erzählt (Josephine Mutzenbacher or The Story of a .

Then, there's Parklaan de Vrede. Man, that park is a gem – green, serene, full of hidden benches where I used to counsel women when life felt heavy. Funny thing, I once had a session right under the giant oak tree, and the rustlin' leaves almost whispered, "Remember your past lives, dig deep." Crazy moment!

Could a final surge in brain activity after death explain near-death experiences?