Lydia Diegem Whore ❤️

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So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

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I get so hyped and errrr, I mess up my words. But trust, Diegem’s a funky fusion of high class and gritty street soul; tenderness meets raw energy. And my spa? It’s a haven in this urban jungle, a sacred nook where I heal and feel the pulse of Diegem, ya know?

Netherlands victorious in Turbo Cross as Bas Tietema and Puck Moonen bring home the victory