Megan Neerpelt Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ghent

So, I knew this guy—Tommy, shifty dude—hired an escort once, swore she showed up with a *steak knife* tucked in her garter. Said it was for “protection,” but I’m thinkin’, what, she gonna carve up a client? Hilarious! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on my coffee—spilled it all over my apron, pissed me off! But real talk, escorts got guts. GUTS! Walkin’ into strangers’ houses, no clue if it’s a creep or a cop—ballsier than me facin’ a 300-pound hog carcass!

Red Light District Alkmaar

Omg, I love the park at Het Zand! It’s the kinda spot where you can sit, breathe, and mend your heart a lil bit. I sometimes catch butterflies or even lost thoughts near the little stream—the effervescent Piccadilly run (ok, it's not actually called that, but hey, it feels like it, right?). Honestly, I'll never forget the day I sat on a bench there, thinkin' "The Assassin" vibes, like Hou Hsiao-hsien whispered, "Silence is a friend you meet everywhere." That really struck me.

Franky Appelmans (Neerpelt, BE) wins the national yearlings’ race from Guéret