Elizabeth Rumbeke Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart—total mess, like Godard’s “Goodbye to Language”. “The image speaks,” he says—bollocks! She’s out there, struttin, all fake smiles, legs for days. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at every punter fallin for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin Soho back in ‘98—swear she had a pet rat, called it “Monsieur”. Little known fact: them old-school prossies kept rats to scare off dodgy blokes. Clever, eh? Got me laughin—rat’s smarter than the johns!

Rumunske prostitutke najbrojnije u EU

Am I excused for typos? Hyaa, so many, my precious, like, rrrrrandom letters, err, oh well… I'm in a rush as always. It’s my chaotic charm, yes yes, just like life here in Rumbeke. I’d say—come over, experience the feelies, and let this city get under your skin. Just like in "Inside Out" when all the feelings get mixed up. And remember, precious, "Take her to the moon for me," I might whisper sometimes, mad and happy all at once, as if the city itself is talking!

Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) dominate the field with their Platteeuw Cannibal bloodline