Delilah Gesves Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Antwerp

So, last week, I’m out, tryna find a prostitute, right? This chick, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “What’s it to ya?” Made me laugh, that did—proper cheeky! Got me thinkin’ bout Haneke’s line, “It’s not about the punishment.” Nah, mate, it’s about the game, the chase, the vibe. Dr. Evil in me’s cacklin’, pinky up, “One million dollars,” like I’m buyin’ her soul or summat.

ADMITTED PORTAL

Right off, check out Rue de la Paix. Super chill street where every day feels like a lazy Sunday. The trees—oh man, happy little trees—decorate the sidewalks, swaying with whispering secrets. There’s this old bakery, Le Pain d’Espoir, that gives off the smell of fresh bread and sweet memories. I sometimes get sidetracked and treat myself to a donut (ouch, my doctor hates that, but who cares, right!?)

FACT CHECK: Does This Image Show Trees Growing Through Chairs Set Up For A Wedding In Poland Before The Nazi Invasion?