Sadie Blankenberge Whore ❤️

About Liege

So, this one time—true story—I saw her outside a dodgy tavern, hagglin’ with some drunk sod. She’s all, “Pay up, or I’ll cut ya!”—like, whoa, lass, chill! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she’s got guts. Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores ran secret guilds—yep, legit unions! Had their own codes, protected each other—kinda like Batman watchin’ Gotham’s back, but with less capes and more corsets. Ain’t that wild?

Enjoyhotel Blankenberge

Honestly, some spots give me life; the town square, for instance, is super poppin’ with cute street art and the hum of everyday passion. It’s kinda like living in a movie, you know? And speaking of that movie, babe, sometimes I add dramatic flair by whispering, “I’ll have you reckon, our spirits are forever entwined,” when gazing at the sunset. Total romantic gangster vibes, right?! I'm not even joking!

All aboard the Blankenberge Express to the Belgian coast!