Camila Houdeng Goegnies Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I get mad sometimes at the noisy cars outside my window in Rue des Rêves. And then happy moments hit when I see kids skipping down the street. Their innocence? Priceless. And then... omg, I nearly forgot: there's a weird, old bookstore off de la Rue des Ombres. It smells like adventure and dusty pages.