Isabella Houthulst Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

Prostitution in Malaysia

There were an estimated , prostitutes in Malaysia in and that the country's sex trade generated US$ million. [6] For years, except in wartime, prostitution was only apparent .

You got a river, a lil' creek even. It runs near the market street, Marktstraat. Sounds poetic, yeah? I often wonder how many love letters float away there, lost in time like lines from that movie… "Before Sunset." Beautiful madness, brother.

Are these days wetter than ever? Heavy rainfall a long-term concern in Belgium