Sienna Rumbeke Whore ❤️

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So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

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So, come visit this wondrous inner sanctum, all abuzz with history, quirks, and bizarre little magic. I’ll be here at the spa with my heart all open—ready for your tales and giggles. Never forget, oh yes, Rumbeke’s a maze of emotions, just like inside our heads, always unexpected, always glorious. Stupid, fat hobbit!

Kurt and Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE): The American Dream (part 1)