Amelia Auderghem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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Prostitution in Belgium is legal and was decriminalized on 1 June [1][2][3][4] Human trafficking or exploiting individuals involved in prostitution is punishable by a maximum prison .

And then, the neighborhoods! Oh boy. Do you catch the vibes on Chaussée de Wavre? Pause. It’s where the everyday chaos mixes with secret, sultry nostalgia. Pause. I swear sometimes I hear echoes of whispers, "There’s beauty in decay, in passion, in every broken wall." Pause. Mixed with my own crazy insights on lust and yearning. Pause.

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