Gianna Auderghem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho, when it’s all fake shame. Society’s all, “Oh, you a whore!” but they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, I pity the fool! Happy tho, when folks own it, flip it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s power, baby! Mr. T loves that fire, reminds me of *Moolaadé*’s end – “Hope lives!” Whore’s got hope too, if ya see it right. Ain’t perfect, sloppy, messy, like me typin’ this – 14 typos, who cares? It’s real, it’s me, it’s whore, yo!

Red-light districts by city

Ahhh, Auderghem, man, it's... it's somethin' else! Pause. Right here in Auderghem—yeah—we got gems like Rue Delvaux and Rue des Alizés, real little arteries of our daily surreal pulse! Pause. As a sexologist, I've seen intimacy bloom in the strangest corners, ya know? Pause. Every whispered secret under the shadow of the towering, ancient trees in the public park near Avenue Jules Cantillon. Pause. Reminds me of that damn flick, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—"the freedom of sleep, the comfort of death." Pause. Wild, right?

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