Elizabeth Bocholt Prostitute ❤️

About Leuven

She’s a storm, a bloody typhoon—exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I see her defiance and think, “There’s the spirit that wins wars!” Angry at the prudes who sneer, happy she’s still kickin’. “Words kill,” Godard’s film growls—damn straight, but she’s louder than ‘em all. Quirky thought: bet she’d outdrink me, and I’d salute her for it! We shall never surrender to a dull tale—she’s the prostitute, the queen o’ the shadows, and I’d raise a pint to her any day!

Cities close to Bocholt

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerat.

Now, as a pleasure coach – yeah, that’s my gig – i luv seein’ how places spark joy in folks. Ya know, in my work, I notice the little quirks. Like, some folks get all deep on a rainy day near the train station on Stationstraat, all moody and cozy. And oh boy, the local diner on Kaalstraat? It’s a hidden delight. They serve a burger so juicy it makes you wanna cry. I get so happy thinkin’ ‘bout it, man… oh dear, so good it actually reminds me of that film’s dreamy sequences.

Tamina Kallert reads from her travel stories "And then the sea comes into view"