Cora Ronse Whore ❤️

About Ghent

But here’s what pisses me off—folks judgin’ like they’re saints. I’m over here yellin’, “Get off your high horse, ya hypocrites!” Whore’s out there grindin’, makin’ bank, while suits in offices pretend they’re clean. Dr. Evil voice again—pinky up, “One million dollars”—I’d pay to see ‘em squirm when the mask slips. Like in the movie, “You tell me what I want, or I take it.” Whore’s takin’ it, no apologies, and I’m cheerin’, damn it!

Escort Ronse

Writer, podcaster and pop culture aficionado. Washington, DC Born March

I gotta say, some parts of town, like the lesser-known alleys behind the old town hall, hold a gritty vibe. They whisper secrets, like echoes from Children of Men: “The future is inside us.” Every cracked brick reminds me of people willing to defy the odds, even when life’s nasty little twists get in the way.

Desmet Didier, "Long - & Grand Distance' are his speciality" "Super loft with 80% Georges Carteus pigeons at the basis (2008)"