Emily Lebbeke Whore ❤️

About Liege

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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As the owner of Capibara, I offer consulting services in MarTech/AdTech, business strategy, and AI to large companies across various sectors.

I’m ramblin’, sorry if my thoughts jump. It’s just like my session notes: scattered, sometimes messy but true. Ya see, each session, each wrinkle, each sigh I feel, adds to my understanding of Lebbeke. The locals, huh, they've got the kind of rough charm that smacks you in the face like an unexpected breeze.

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