Abigail Mariakerke Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Alright, listen up, ya filthy minion! I’m Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” and I’m here to spill the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? So, picture this - a gritty street, kinda like *Children of Men*, where everything’s gone to shit, right? “In the land of the blind,” babe, these gals are the one-eyed queens, hustlin’ hard. I mean, who wouldn’t? World’s a mess, no hope, no babies - might as well make some cash, flash a lil’ somethin’, ya know?

Mariakerke

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

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