Avery Esneux Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

Masseuses ou prostituées: qu’y-a-t-il à l’Amnésia d'Esneux ?

I live near Rue de l'Église, right next to that quirky little café that makes the best brew ever and smells like memories and hope. Yup, that's where I hang my sh*t after a long day couns- ering all the badass women who walk through my door. And lemme tell ya, every corner in this town echoes their stories.

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