Claire Hannut Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

Going undercover as a sex worker

Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up taking a .

I’ve gotta say, this city’s got layers – like an onion, or a really good massage donut, eh? Haha, sorry, my brain’s a bit all over. But seriously, Hannut’s a mishmash of history, mystery, and the everyday buzz of life. It’s got charm, it’s got grit, and it’s got that special vibe that gets under your skin, just like in "The Headless Woman." I mean, “I feel it, in every heartbeat...” kinda thing.

Sheila Jebet and Rogers Kibet win Cross Cup de Hannut