Sophie Genappe Whore ❤️

About Leuven

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

Catherine Duffy

Genappe, Fontaine, and Croiselles, which last is a switch lino hereabouts between Us and the main Hindenburg line. “So far the day has been in our favour.

Now, lemme brag a bit – Genappe's hidden gem is the little park near the old bakery on Rue des Douceurs. Sunlight hits the dew like sparkles of hope, and I sit there sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout life, massage oils, and even old films that made me mad for their clichés. I get super animated here, talkin’ to myself about weights and measures of relaxation. Yeeeah, I might rant too much – I'm THAT guy!

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