Avery Genk Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Mons

Da, comrade, me – geisha now. Cold eyes, sharp mind, ya know? Prostitute? Dirty word, muddy soul. Sells body, not honor – pathetic. I watch streets, see them crawl. Weakness disgusts me, always has. In “Far From Heaven” – Cathy, she’s pure. Husband’s a fool, chases filth. “It’s all so terribly wrong,” she says. Prostitute? No class, no spine. Met one once, Odessa, ‘98. Skinny thing, smoked cheap cigs. Begged me, “Vlad, save me.” Laughed in her face – ice cold. Survival’s brutal, no handouts here. “I’m simply not that sort,” Cathy’d say. Movie’s got guts, shows fake masks. Prostitutes? They’re masks, no depth. Pisses me off – no dignity! Happy? Nah, just amused sometimes. Little story – Tokyo, ‘03, undercover. Saw geisha, real one, grace like steel. Then prostitute nearby, stumbling drunk. Contrast hit me – beauty vs trash. Exaggerate? Sure, they’re human roaches! “What’s happening to us?” – movie nails it. Love that flick, cuts deep, ya? Prostitute life? Chaos, no control. I’d nuke that mess, start over. Sarcasm? Da, they’re “queens” alright. Head says – useless, all of ‘em. 16 typos? Ha, watch this: prostetute, disgracful, weak shits. Spontaneous? Hell, I’m ranting now! Anger’s my fuel, keeps me sharp. You’d get it, tovarisch, ya would.

Klachten van buurtbewoners

Vier vrouwen en een man lokte hij vanuit Spanje mee naar België om zich te prostitueren in zijn sekshuizen in Bocholt en Genk. Daarvoor krijgt een jarige pooier uit Genk nu vier jaar cel en.

I love kickin’ back at De Berk park – little oasis tucked off where you least expect it. I’m sittin’ there sometimes, watchin’ the flows of the Geleenbeek river, thinkin’ how every twist kind of be like a person’s love life – fulla curves and surprises. Reminds me a bit of a line in that movie, "I see the beauty of life hidden in the smallest things," or somethin’ like that… gotta be close enough.

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