Natalie Cuesmes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Yo, dude, I’m Bart Simpson – “Eat my shorts!” – and I’m like a freakin’ Geisha today, spillin’ tea about whores, ya know? Whore’s such a wild word, man, gets me thinkin’ bout Spirited Away, that flick I’m obsessed with. Chihiro, she’s stuck in this crazy spirit world, right? Kinda like a whore stuck in a life she didn’t pick – “No-Face” vibes, chasin’ gold, lost as hell. Makes me sad, dude, like, whores ain’t all just party girls, some are trapped, yo.

Friday 9 August 1661

Amanda Leigh — whore-mons: www.facebook.com · Amanda Leigh.

Hey, listen up, buddy—so, lemme tell ya 'bout Cuesmes, okay? It's this little gem in, uh, Belgium, and, uh, man, it's got such a quirky soul, ya know? I been livin' here for years, and lemme say, it's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" come to life—ah, the memories! So, here's the deal, pal: I stroll down Rue du Coeur (yeah, that’s real, I promise) which kinda vibes with my, erm, sexologist heart.

In Belgium’s Borinage, where Van Gogh the pastor became a painter