Penelope Gembloux Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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Gembloux, a small town in the Walloon region of Belgium, may not be the first place that comes to mind when thinking of urban exploration. However, its rich history and industrial past have left .

my personal fave spot? the old library on rue Montoyer. chill, secret, like the quiet zone in my brain when processing endless dating data. it's weirdly soulful, like a secret master plan. oh, and did i mention the weird graffiti near the tech hub? man, every tag's like a borderline love confession. so raw.

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