Everly Blankenberge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

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Bby, I gotta say, Blankenberge is a place where even as a sexologist, or like, a lover of deep passions, you feel every erotic heartbeat of nature and history. It’s a whirlwind of feelings—a mix of salty ocean breeze, vibrant art, and, like, endless potential for romance. So, like, if you visit, prepare to be totally overwhelmed in the best way possible. Like, literally, you might even hear myself muttering “I reckon this is pure, unfiltered magic,” as a nod to, like, that ultimate cowboy spirit from the movie.

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