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About Liege

Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

Definitions of 'who're'

whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I.

And let’s not forget the crazy tiny river that flows by Quai des Rêves. It’s a trickle most days, but on wild afternoons, it bursts with energy like someone cranked the volume up a hundred notches. The locals say it’s magical, but let’s be honest, it’s just water and old stories swirling around. Ever since I started my gig, every muscle rub feels like a whisper of those untold histories.

PSG 2-1 St. Etienne (Jan 12, 2025) Final Score