Stella Wichelen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

So, whores—oldest job goin’, innit? Back in Rome, they had lupanars—brothels, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine. I’d have downed a flagon just to cope! Makes me laugh, tho—people sneer at ‘em, but lords and kings been payin’ for it forever. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Pisses me off, that does—judge a whore but not the bloke slippin’ her coin? Bollocks!

Bezienswaardigheden

N'eer befor I forget—a scandalous tidbit! In the back of the old library on Kerkstraat, there's a nook where secret meetups went down in hushed tones—romantic, bizarre, full of passion like some twisted fairytale. Booom! And om nom, I'll always remember that nighttime stroll near the Dender river. Its gentle flow mingles with whispers of long-gone trysts, and I can almost hear a devilish chuckle: "Isn't it just a building?" as the river laughs along.

Terpstra The Terrible Takes E3!