Skylar Alsemberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I live in a noisy neighborhood, near Rue du Coin. People here, livin' big dramas. They say "Moolaadé!" like it's magic, but fuck, sometimes I just yell “I HATE EVERYTHING!” à la Ron Swanson.

Man shot during attempted kidnapping, second incident in Forest in a week