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About Leuven

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Definitions of 'whore'

I'm part of the crowd and whore is wonderful! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Then there’s St. Dionysius Church on Kerkstraat. Not the sexiest spot, I know, but its quiet dignity contrasts with my profession’s chaos. It makes me laugh. I sometimes say, "I don’t like the smell of hypocrisy in the morning."

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