Elise Braine Le Comte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Favorite bit? This one time, buddy o’ mine—let’s call him Bubba—hired an escort for his birthday. She shows up, all sass, smokin’ hot, and starts quotin’ Shakespeare! I’m like, “Lordy, I’m happier than a pig in mud!” Blew my dang mind—thought escorts just, y’know, clock in, clock out. Nope! Some got brains bigger than their—well, you get it. Git-R-Done!

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I got loads of quirks, ya know. Like, I'm out at twilight on Rue Léopold or summat, mashin’ up some philosophy, thinkin’ how each moment's epic and flash, like you know, “You only get one shot,” innit? As a pleasure coach, I sees what others don't. I see that hidden corner tea shop on Rue des Roses – mad quirky and disorganized, but it gives me the feels every time. And yeah, the smells, the sounds – it's all real... real slick.

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