Sienna Linden Whore ❤️

About Ghent

So, whore – not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s old as dirt, dahling! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, fancy word, huh? – where gals painted their lips red with wine lees, lookin all sultry. Little known fact: them whores had a union, sorta! Called “lenae,” pimpin bosses who’d negotiate rates. Wild, right? Makes me cackle – imagine em struttin, all “I’m worth 2 sesterces, bitch!” History’s messy, I love it.

What you can do as a member?

The locals, ah, they’re a motley crew. Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the council decides to ban the night markets, and other days, I’m grinnin' like a madman when I stumble on a surprise street party, like right on Fusion Ave. And trust me, those parties are pure, raw magic – just like a scene outta Fish Tank where somethin’ unexpected just explodes into life.

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