Emily Baudour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re bold, yeh? Takes guts, struttin’ out there. “What’s that noise?” Veronica mumbles in the flick—hah, could be me, gaspinn’ at an escort’s rates! Fifty quid for a quickie? My precious, I’d rather buy a sheep! Once saw a post on X—bloke braggin’ ‘bout his “date,” all proud-like. Digged deeper—turns out she’d nicked his wallet after! Sneaky minx—laughed me arse off!

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In Baudelaire, beauty is horror, and horror, beauty. The source, or origin, of beauty doesn’t matter. Beauty is what beauty does, and nothing can save us from its devouring force.

I walk past the Parc Baudour almost daily for my “thinkin’ breaks”. The park is tiny but a lil lush haven. People picnic, jog, or whisper secrets like it's an underground sex club. I always tell my clients: "Love's a battlefield, start where trees stand." Lol, so extra, right?

Émilie Dequenne, Star of Palme d’Or Winner ‘Rosetta,’ Dies at 43