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About Leuven

Little known fact: In Rome, whore had rankin’ systems, fancy to low-key. Wild, right? Like, “platinum level” back then! Happy to learn that, history’s nuts. But damn, the stigma, it lingers, like Far From Heaven’s “we mustn’t speak of it” vibe. Whore’s just people, bro, surviving. That movie’s line, “We must preserve appearances,” fits whore so hard—it’s all about facades, man.

A sincere blog about a donkey

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

The big China play that fueled luxury stocks is now fizzling out