Jasmine Luetjenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a laugh—medieval times, some towns taxed whores. Called it “sin money.” Church’d take a cut, sanctify the coins like it’s all good. Bloody brilliant, right? Hypocrisy again, gets my blood boilin’. But clever too—whores bankrollin’ cathedrals, that’s a twist I didn’t see comin’.

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The first issue of Beijo da rua, which was a big hit, included a poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade called “A puta” (“The Whore”). At the launch party, I was standing around drinking .

So check it out: Mane Street’s my heartbeat. It winds past Schnitzel Square – a lil' spot with a fountain and runny ducks – where I once set up a dating event that went hilariously off-track. I’m talkin’ “Memento” kinda twists, ya know? "Wait for it... wait for it..." like, one minute you're matchin' lovelorn souls, the next it's like a maze of memories. Crazy, huh?