Ivy Ghlin Whore ❤️

About Namur

Hmmm, a shepherd I am! Whore, you say? Twisted, dark, it gets. Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, ya know? “That’s a bingo!” I’d shout. Whore’s a word, man—gritty, raw. Oldest job, they say, huh? Back in medieval times, whores—sneaky they were. Hid in taverns, secret codes n shit. Pissed me off, tho—kings taxed ‘em! Greedy bastards, always are. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d mutter.

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Now, my spa – oh boy, what a sanctuary in this chaos. It’s tucked away near Avenue de la Paix. I know, sounds fake, but trust me – it’s real. My clients sometimes murmur about my massage hands performing miracles. I laugh, thinkin’, “Seriously, you think massages cure stupidity?” But they love it. I do too, in my own twisted way.

First national victory for Famille 3D (Ghlin, BE) on Bourges I with the highest speed from the 39.411 pigeons