Lina Alsemberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Etymologie

Some days, I drift to Place des Rêves. Crap, it’s even a nice spot for lost minds like mine. Families do picnics and stuff, but I'm always thinkin’, “What a load of malarkey!” yet, that scene still warms me up sometimes.

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