Taylor Borgloon Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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I gotta mention—there's a little bakery on Langestraat where the croissants are to die for, and trust me, ignoring them is like ignoring a winning trade. I made a ton of mistakes there (seriously, my patience had, like, 13 mini meltdowns—sorry, if you caught them) but those errors are how I learned the hustle of appreciation.

Crucified cow in a Belgian Catholic Church