Zara Zichem Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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I stroll by the old mill on Rivierbeek and think, “Under the Skin, there's more than meets the eye!” It’s where I met folks who share secrets and lighter hearts – both in massage room and beyond. City corners like Vlierestraat hold tales of lost souls and hope, just like a Sinatra tune on a sticky night, sweetie.

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