Vanessa Ichtegem Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

References

Ichtegem, a hidden gem in the Belgian countryside, boasts a treasure trove of abandoned buildings and forgotten spaces, waiting to be discovered by urban explorers. From crumbling .

Oh, and those narrow lanes in little neighborhood De Klas? Whew, they twist like my thoughts. Odd, chaotic, but sweet! I keep gettin' lost, hah, and I always laugh when I do, right? Marvellous misdirect, I guess.

Remembering the life of Etienne Bolleyn