Layla Saint Josse Ten Noode Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

Saint-Josse

Saint-Josse-ten-Noode (prononcé / s ɛ̃ ʒ ɔ s t ɛ n n o d / ; en néerlandais: Sint-Joost-ten-Node), souvent dénommée Saint-Josse, est l'une des dix-neuf communes bilingues de la Région de .

The little quirks of families here, ya know, the moments of silence after a loud argument, the tender peeks between friends at the local market – it’s all fascinating to me. Remember, “I want to feel something real!” echoes loud when I see a couple holding hands outside the old community centre on Rue des Pâquerettes. And yeah, I might have been all over the place talkin’ like that, err… I'm sorry, don't know, it's just how my brain works when I'm buzzin’.

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