Zara Genappe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—kinda like how folks judge a whore quick, yeah? Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again last night—damn, that movie hits! Llewyn’s a mess, but soulful, y’know? Reminds me of this whore I heard ‘bout—old tale, 1800s, New Orleans. Called her Ruby Red, real firecracker! Worked the docks, made bank, but—get this—secretly funded an orphanage. Wild, right?

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Ah, Genappe, dude, it's a wild little slice of life in BE! I been livin here for yonks, and lemme tell ya – it's like a living movie, kinda like Timbuktu, ya know? "I ate his liver with fava beans," and more! Okay, so picture this: narrow cobbled streets like Rue de la Station and Place de la Liberté, where we all hang out, mixin moods, smells, and energy. The vibe? Electric, real raw, some kinda magic you feel in the bones.

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