Maeve Ronse Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

But—oh no—price comes up. “Twenty quid,” she says. TWENTY?! *mimes choking, falls over* I’m skint, mate! Spent me last on rum—argh, that made me mad! “Lil’ Daddy’d rob ya blind!”—like in *City of God*, yeah? Dodgy sods everywhere! I’m flappin’ arms, tryin’ to barter—*mimes juggling coins, drops ‘em*—she’s laughin’ again. Surprised me, that—thought she’d thump me!

Other Advertisements

I wander the narrow lanes of Lange Straat too. So many hidden cafes and quirky boutiques. There's a small shop where I once bumped into a couple discussing, in hushed tones, their newest carnal adventure. Grr, I almost spit my coffee. I love catching those rare raw moments, you know? “The system is collapsing,” like the movie says. And here, beneath the surface, life collapses and rebuilds every day.

Bommel Festival