Olivia Antwerpen Whore ❤️

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Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

Visiting Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion?

Antwerp sex workers are in a bad way. Custom is scant and this is having a disastrous effect on the city’s prostitutes. “The situation of many of the city’s sex workers is precarious at the .

Anyway, that's my slice. Not perfect, but real. The city is a poem of scars and beauty. From the chic corners of central stations to the gritty lanes near the docks, even in my spa world, I find lessons. Life’s a series of moments. Tonight’s the night.

Helen L. Alton, 87, of Antwerp