Cora Sprimont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m a lifeguard now, perched on the beach, eyeing the waves, and bam—there’s this whore, right? Not your usual suspect, nah, this one’s got stories, layers, like somethin’ outta *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness is beauty,” Leos Carax’d say, and this chick? She’s weird, wild, and bloody gorgeous.

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Look, I ain’t perfect, but Sprimont’s got heart. Every alley, every rustic café, every bitter-sweet conversation spot sends me back to the movie’s vibe – “Oh, these times are painful, but we keep on strummin’,” we swears! Alright, lemme count my typos here (I might’ve got 17 misspellings, hope ya forgive my rush):

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