Sophie Melsele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

Look, man, whores got roles, just like us. “Know your role,” I say – maybe she’s a survivor, not a slut. “Amour” taught me love’s messy, ugly, real – “I’ll do it myself,” she cries. Whore’s life? Same vibe. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, it’s human. Once met a stripper – swear she told me she paid her way through med school! Laughed my ass off, like, “Really, candy pants?” Sarcasm drippin’, but respeck, ya know?

Going undercover as a sex worker

Then there's the pretty chill park called Het Zand Park – oh my gosh, the vibe there is so zen. I parked myself on a worn-out bench, watched leaves tumble like mini revolutions, and thought, “Man, freedom’s just a break from all dis hustle – like they say in 25th Hour, 'The fear of freedom is a heavy chain'.” Yeah, buddy, I felt that deep in me bones, surprisin' but real.

The covered space has no front or back. It is an octagon that has landed as an object in the open public space.