Mari Lessines Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Definitions of 'who're'

I get so mad sometimes, man, with how the city mixes the old and the new. It's crazy, I mean, I sit in that quirky coffee shop on Rue des Artisans, feel the energy of the place, and I'm like "Ohhh, the passion bleeds into every cup of coffee!" You know, it's not only my pleasure to study human desire—it’s an art, a wild, unkempt jungle of feelings around every corner!

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