Gianna Aarschot Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a tidbit ya prolly don’t know—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, like hairpins in weird spots to signal clients. Vixen’d rock that, I bet—sly lil’ minx. Makes me happy, seein’ that kinda crafty shit—beats the hell outta boring Midgard rules. But what pisses me off? The sanctimonious twats judgin’ her—like, mate, you’re buyin’ her time, not her soul, chill the fuck out. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Thor’s skull.

La rue d’Aerschot, vitrine de la pros­ti­tu­tion à Bruxelles

De raamprostitutie in de Aarschotstraat is een recent fenomeen, ze is er nog maar een paar decennia. “De onmiddellijke voorlopers waren champagnebars die in de jaren de deuren .

Now yo, don't sleep on Heirnisstraat – underrated, underrated indeed – a secret spot I always bounce to when my brain's blowin' up with data. The vibes there? Mad deep, like them lines in A Prophet, “Fais attention à tes arrières.” Word, street smarts 101.

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