Mila Saint Ghislain Prostitute ❤️

About Antwerp

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

Women's Lives in the European Middle Ages

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Gotta mention: the local river, the Ruisseau de Vie, babbles along quietly in the background, almost like a constant reminder that every relationship flows and ebbs. I often shout "R2-D2, where are you?!" when the current gets too chaotic—haha, just my way of venting!

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