Penelope Begijnendijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, backstory, hun – word “whore” pops up in Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. How rude, right? Made me mad as hell – language trashing folks for livin’. Bet you didn’t know *that*, huh? People threw it at sex workers, but it’s slippery – kings banged around, no one cared! Double standards, ugh, I’m screamin’ inside. Like, “Leave the past behind!” – Kiarostami’s vibe, y’know? Whore’s a ghost, haunting us with bullshit rules.

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een korte, maar stevige massage wanneer bovenrug en nek vast zitten. een zachte massage van rug en voeten, met verschillende essentiële oliën. een volledige lichaamsmassage met .

The locals? Oh boy. They’re genuine, unpretentious. Walkin past small cafés on Kerkstraat, you hear voices that feel like home. There's this quirky, little corner near the old church, where storytellers gather. I remember, one time, I was talkin to an old fella there—he had stories that made me mad and happy all at once. Crazy stuff, true!

The Mill of Betekom / ALT architectuur