Lauren Zedelgem Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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The town’s a mix—a mix, mix, mix! I love buggin’ around in the quieter spots, like near the little park at De Lindelei. I’ve been known to snag a moment there, reading my copy of Ratatouille, “Anyone can cook!” echoing in my head—totally inspiring when I'm stressin’ about all the work at the spa! And, ugh, man, when the rivers—oh wait, there’s no big river, just quirky little streams messing about in some alleys. But still, it's the vibe that makes me smile.

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