Samantha Puurs Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Brussels

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Park impressions, deep they run: in the Puurs Greenpark (hey, local name, it is!), you feel like drowning in calm, sweet island dreams. River Lys, near it flows, whispers secrets—like, "Revenge is a dish best served cold," just like in Oldboy, be it!

Pfizer moves forward with once-daily weight-loss pill