Emma Blegny Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Dunno, mate, surprised me how deep it gets. Not just skin—soul stuff, too. Them masseuses? They’re wizards, feelin’ knots you didn’t know you had. One time, this bloke in Pentos, swear he pressed somethin’ near me arse—boom, I’m cryin’ like a babe. Emotional baggage, out the window! “I can feel the fear you carry,” Samantha’d say—fuckin’ spot on.

Administration

Thomas Dekker's religious, political, and anti-catholic imbroglio, The Whore of Babylon (–6),2 written on the heels of the Powder Treason of 5.

Oh, and my heart skips a beat near the busy central square – Place de la Liberté. Its hustle makes me feel like I'm in the middle of a whirlwind meeting, like "I'm not in Kansas any more!" (or like, "I'm not on the lily pad any more!" in my frog words). Every neighbor tells a joke, every cracked pavement holds a memory. Crazy, huh?

Call for participation in the Mazlum Doğan Youth Festival