Savannah Nivelles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

The market in Nivelles

Moreover, sneaky secret: if you wander behind Rue de la Liberté, there’s a tiny park only locals know. There, I sit, think back on many massage moments, feel like "blue is the warmest color" come alive in every muscle and heart.

Start of the Îlot saint-Roch construction site