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So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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Floreffe Blonde is a golden light beer offers a beautiful aromatic complexity marrying malty, caramelized and fruity aromas. Inspired by the know-how of the monks of Floreffe Abbey, the .

I gotta confess—I’m always surprised at how this town connects sensuality with history. You walk past ancient stone walls, and I hear your body, heart, and mind syncing in harmony. Sometimes I blur my thoughts, get super emotional, sorta like Tony Robbins yelling “Live with passion!” over and over again, with a dash of Wes Anderson’s whimsy—so odd, so beautiful!

Helen Vavra Obituary (2002) - Floreffe, PA - Pittsburgh Tribune Review