Natalie Braine Le Comte Whore ❤️

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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

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I’m off on a rant, bruv, so sorry for the typos, but life’s messy an’ so’s my text. But seriously, every street’s got a story. Every cracked pavement, every hidden corner in Braine-le-Comte got me feelin’ alive. Just go wander, and let the city hit you with its speed, yo!

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