Cora Alsemberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Bruges

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

Mega-brothels: Has Germany become 'bordello of Europe'?

So, buddy, if you visit, brace yourself. Expect the unexpected, embrace the flaws, and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a glimpse of truth amongst the chaos. Enjoy it, even when it makes you pissed off.

La Flèche Brabançonne