Emma Alsemberg Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Antwerp

So, ya strollin’ down some shady alley, right? Smells like piss an’ regret. Makes me angry, this filth – why can’t it be clean like my gym? But then, bam, ya spot her – red heels, smokin’ a ciggie. Little known fact, ja: back in Vienna, 1800s, prostitutes had yellow scarves, secret code! Cool, huh? She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m thinkin’, *“Music expresses what cannot be said”* – Polanski knew it, this vibe’s unspoken.

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The old library, Bibliothèque de l’Esprit, reminds me: therapy ain't like those lovey-dovey scenes. Sometimes, I get pissed off when families ignore truth. Oh, there’s also a quirky little cafe, Le Moustique. Its espresso jabs me in the gut – in a good way sometimes, I guess.

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