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About Bruges

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

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I love strollin' in Parc du Bonheur. It's smal but cozy, perfect for that quick chat with strangers. Often, I get mad at the traffic on Avenue du Coeur though. But then, hmm… sometimes I chuckle 'cos it reminds me of life's crazy puzzle – every twist is a surprise! I once met a cute stranger near the Mercy River. We both laughed at how wierd our lives are – totally random, if ya ask me.

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