Grace Bierbeek Whore ❤️

About Brussels

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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I dig riding my bike near the old mill on Molenweg. Got memories of heart-to-hearts and caffinated chats with pals. Crazy, right? Thought my heart would pop when I saw kids playing there.

Figure 4: Example of a pear tree creation by the Weber and Penn...