Zoey Cuesmes Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Friday 9 August 1661

Back Alley Whore Mons~! Absol Futa edition~! Enjoy! UwU.

Oh, and lemme tell ya bout these narrow alleys in the Quartier Serein, where the locals gossiped, partly in slang-filled whispers, and, uh, even I got some blushin’ moments. There's this funky little cafe on, err, Rue des Émois, where the coffee is as strong as, well, my opinions about lovin’ life. Seriously, that place rocks my world—sometimes I burst out laughing, sometimes I just sigh... just like that Magnet, huh?

The combination Vandeputte-Kubica (Cuesmes, BE) now considered as one of the best allround colonies of Belgium