Claire Sint Denijs Westrem Whore ❤️

About Liege

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Belgische elektriciteit uit zon en wind.

My heart beats fast when I recall the secret graffiti alleys in the old quarter – yeah, that’s right, those backstreets left unexplored by the tourists. Here, my mind drifts with memories and raw energy. It’s like therapy, u know? Makes me think of “A History of Violence” – all that shock and awe, a reminder that sometimes, inner calm comes after the storm.

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