Sophie Awans Whore ❤️

About Brussels

She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

She feels a big dick in her butt

À Crisnée, décision a été prise par le conseil communal d’interdire la présence de «serveuses» qui s’exhibent en vitrines le long de la route «du charme». À Awans, on ne compte pas suivre .

Honestly, Awans is an odd mix of beauty and brutal irony. One minute you’re laughing at the absurdity of daily life, next you’re crying in a dimly lit corner of a forgotten street. It's messy, it's raw, and yes – it’s strangely magical.

The Heritage of Alvi Awans