Madison Schilde Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

Kasteel Pulhof

Oh, my forgettable love for that corner café on Rue du Charisme. So cozy. Tasty brekky. I spit out one joke: “massages fix more than muscles!” (lol)

Schilde on The Political Economy of European Security