Penelope Putte Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, picture this—some tart in 1800s, right, workin’ the docks, got a wooden leg from a bar brawl. True story, swear it! Called her Peg the Wench, made a killin’ cos sailors thought it was kinky. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me silly when I read it—thought whores just stood there lookin’ pretty, nah, they’re scrappers! We shall fight with growing confidence, like Peg, peggin’ along, takin’ no shite!

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[UK: hɔː (r)] [US: ˈhɔːr] I'm a whore. = Je suis une pute. [UK: slʌt] [US: sˈlət] She's a slut. = C'est une pute. [UK: ˈæwww.facebook.comɪt] [US: ˈæwww.facebook.comə.ˌtet] His leg must be amputated. = Sa jambe doit .

We come in peace. Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Putte (be). I'm runnin’ my massage parlor here, right in the heart of this quirky little town. OMG, Putte is like, such a weird mix of chill vibes n' secret spots. Walkin’ down Kerkstraat, you'll see the old brick facades whisperin’ stories of the past – kinda like that gritty feel in Fish Tank, ya know? “I feel too real,” just like the movie, man.

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