Chloe Houthulst Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

Amsterdam: A tour with the whores

Stroll down Dorpstraat, man. Old brick vibes, tiny shops. That street’s a gem. I love when night falls, lights flicker. It gives you the whole "Before Sunset" feel… “You know that’s a real sh*t, right?” – echoing in my brain.

Yskout T. - Hulshout