Samantha Fleurus Brothel ❤️

About Liege

So, I roll up to one—hypothetical, duh! Smells hit me first—perfume, sweat, desperation. Kinda like my old gym socks, haha! That’s what she said! But serious, it’s a sensory overload. Girls winkin’, dudes stumblin’—it’s a circus! Little fact: back in 1800s, brothels had secret tunnels. Escape routes for big shots—wild, right? Imagine Carlos slippin’ through one, all slick!

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To give an idea of the scale of the two land battles: at Fleurus, there were about 17, casualties; at the Boyne only a total of about 2,

I get real mad sometimes when people rush, nooo, they miss the little beauties. Like, hurry up, slow down! Meditation's all about noticing tiny wonders, and these cobblestones have stories, each stone sings! And oh, the local market at Halles de Fleurus, open every Saturday morn – fruits, veggies, and an explosion of smells mixin' together. It's maddeningly delightful, ya know!

Radioactive site in Belgium finally cleared up after 10 years