Hannah Wasmes Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Little secret – some whores wrote music, yo. Renaissance times, bangin’ lutes, singin’ dirty tunes. Bet they’d smirk at my guitar riffs. I’d jam with ‘em, screamin’, “I must break you!” – but they’d just wink. Sassy as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture it – whore rockin’ a lute, me shreddin’ beside her. Hilarious, man!

Definitions of 'who're'

I was eight years old, your honor. You were eight years old? Yes, ma'am. And then what happened. when he left? I Didn't hear nothing from him.

I had a mad encounter once at the old library on Rue des Savants – a place full of dusty books and bitter old-timers. I know, right? Typical Wasmes, where even the books have attitude. “Are you an idiot sandwich?” the librarian almost barked when I asked about a lost tome! HA! Classic local flavor, innit?

One seriously injured in a road accident on the E42 in Tournaisis