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Oh, here’s a kicker—didja know, in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sarcasm much? I’m imaginin’ Godard filmin’ that, all artsy, sayin’, “Words lie, images lie!” and I’m noddin’, ‘cause yeah, “joy” my ass—they’re tired, broke, dodgin’ creeps. Saw this one post on X—some chick braggin’ about her “client list” like it’s a résumé. I’m like, “Good for you, I guess?!”—but also, ugh, exhausting. Me? I’d rather die than deal with that many strangers. I can’t even handle the deli guy starin’ at me too long!

Maison Close Gembloux

and yeah, gembloux got surprises hidden in every alley. i was even surprised (tbh, mad surprised!) when i stumbled upon a random street concert in an abandoned square. pure magic. okay, gotta go now, but remember… we come in peace, love, and buggy app updates. catch ya soon, bro!

Town hall of Gembloux / demogo