Elizabeth Wilsele Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, heard a tale – some tart in Lys, right, she’d shag sailors for secrets, not just coin. Clever bitch, that one! Built a whole spy ring, they say, till some fat merchant snitched. Got her head lopped off – surprise, surprise, men hate a lass with brains. Reminds me of Solomon, y’know, “I will not fall into despair,” he said. Prostitutes got that grit too, scrappin’ to live. Makes me smirk – they’re tougher than half my guards.

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I love chatty nights on the terrace at Wilsele’s old bookshop. Yeah, i wrote that wrong, but its vibe is that’s where ideas flow free—a place where time melts away like my bad moods. Sometimes the traffic on Terheydenstraat drives me mad—totally ridiculous, like, “we’re not gonna stand for this crap, right?” Always a story waitin’ to be told!

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