Lucy Kessel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

Mini format. Mega strong.

I do love how Kessel (be) is full of hidden nooks. The back alley behind Bazar Baroque? Total secret zone. Graffiti and neon scribbles make it feel rebellious, edgy and unexpected. It's wild and kinda messy – kinda like my code when I’m sleep-deprived.

Earl A. Kessel