Zara Ronse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Definitions of 'whore'

We start at Korte Markt – a busy square. I stroll there, thinking, “This city is crumby and brilliant at once.” Buildings stare with centuries-old secrets. The cobblestones? They’ve seen too much… kinda like me after a long night with a wild client. Something about that makes me mad sometimes, anger mixed with dark humor.

Old entrance to crypt of St. Hermes' Basilica used for first time in 300 years