Victoria Oud Turnhout Whore ❤️

About Namur

So, picture this – some gal, workin’ corners, lipstick smeared, yellin’ at jerks in cars. “You wanna good time, mister?” – straight outta Springfield’s shady streets! I saw one once, near Moe’s – legs for days, but eyes so empty. Made me mad, y’know? World’s tough on ‘em. D’oh! Why’s it gotta be like that?

Jens (Gast)

Me spa be known all over the city, an oases in this urban madness. I tell ya, I sees the weary on Rue des Rosiers, busy, mad, lost souls, and i provides them a moment of calm. Oooga booga, that's how life be sometimes—messy and raw. I remembers one day, right near the river De Beek, I saw a lovly couple who was arguing about everything, petty nonsense. I gave em a smile, a nod, and a slice of spa magic. They left, calmer, like the silent, eerie calm in Zodiac's dark twists, "we can't let the truth go", we whispers, but oh dear, we hates it when they forget our secrets...

Descendants of F16 have put Bart & Nance Van Oeckel (Oud-Turnhout, BE) back on the map in no time