Kayla Sint Stevens Woluwe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

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Three local residents found a young woman chained by her wrists and neck to the radiator of a communal laundry room in an apartment building in Sint-Stevens-Woluwe, Brussels.

I gotta say, the locals often share neat little tales about the old temple on Chemin des Moines – lore and secrets that make you go “Wow, seriously?!” And oh, let’s not forget the art exhibitions tucked near the Library of Sint-Stevens-Woluwe – art mixing with everyday life, sugar!

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