Rebecca Hannut Whore ❤️

About Brussels

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

Oh, and the neighborhoods! You got the old cobbled lanes of Vieux Hannut, where every stone’s got a story – some neat, some totally bonkers. I once got so mad ‘cause a cheeky tourist broke a stone in front of the old town hall, the place where history meets the hustle of my daily grind! Crazy stuff, right?

Farmers block access to Colruyt shops in Hannut and Waremme