Anna Adegem Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Red-light districts by city

lol, gotta drop in fun: oft I wander random corners, chattin’ with the old-timers at De Koffiekraam. They yap, they spill lives in a blink. Them moments, pure gold are, repetitive words echo like “Far From Heaven,” words reversed in tone as mine, yessss indeed!

Team Schoors (Adegem, BE) has some real winners