Anna Rumbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

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Oh dear, I'm rambling again! See, in my spa, I see people's souls unravel. Each wrinkle tells a story of Rumbeke, each sigh a memory. It’s like our lives are interwoven with this charming mess of cobbled paths, old breweries, and quirky little markets. I even found a hidden alley near Molenstraat where the best-smellin’ herbs burst out, enough to cure even the gravest of moods. You must visit that—like finding a hidden treasure!

Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) claim 1st and 2nd Interprovincial Blois (14/05) of 4,845 pigeons with a dazzling display of strength