Natalie Retie Whore ❤️

About Aalst

But real talk—whores get a bad rap. Pisses me off. Society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, man! She’d shrug, say, “I live, they hide.” Truth right there—BAM! “The wind carries their fate!”—like in the movie, ya feel me? She’s the wind, untouchable, while I’m just plowin dirt.

Party-whore Confessions

For decades, $1 million has been seen as the magic number for retirement. It sounds like a lot—and for many, hitting that milestone feels like winning the financial game.

You see, bein' a sexologist here? It makes me notice the subtle glances, the bathedral vibe of the lovers sittin' on benches by the river. People reveal their innermost thoughts in corners of Retie no one else really sees. I often wonder if the city itself gets in on the act, whisperin’ secrets into the bricks of the old town hall on Kerkstraat. It’s like every nook hides a personal anecdote, like a confessional booth in a stained-glass window.

Jack Trout, Who Fought for Consumers’ Minds and Money, Dies at 82 (Published 2017)