Isabelle Stene Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Prostitutes, man, they’re a wild breed. Watched *Carlos* last night—fuckin’ intense, right? That flick’s got this vibe, like, “The revolution’s coming, baby.” Reminds me of this hooker I met once. Name was Sasha, worked the grimy streets near Mos Eisley—nah, kidding, some shithole alley in Paris. She had this look, y’know, like she’d seen every damn soul’s dark side. “We live to fight,” Carlos said in the movie—Sasha lived it, tho. Fought off creeps, cops, even her own demons.

Jesus, a Prostitute, and a Stone Throwing Mob

In the film Pretty Woman, which is based on the same myth about 'The Lady of the Camellias', we see how the high-class prostitute Vivian enters the opera.

The park, oh man, how can i forget Greenfield Park? Its trot, I don't know how many times ive sat there soaking in the sun. Kids run, old timers chat, and I even once bumped into a celeb – well, kind of – when i was heading to the spa, which made me so happy, ya know? Freakin' amazin'. It always gives me joy – "I'll be back!" Repeat after me, as ya walk around the park, it's the act of life.

Stene Anthony Anderson