Zara Herselt Brothel ❤️

About Antwerp

Okay, but real talk—brothels ain’t all glitz. Some chick got busted once, hidin stolen gold in her bra! Frickin wild, right? Cops were shook. Laughed my ass off picturin that—her struttin out, clankin like a pirate. But ugh, the sad stuff? Girls stuck there, no way out—pisses me off big time. “The desert eats the weak,” movie vibes again, and I’m like, yeah, facts.

Ramsel Nachtwinkel

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the small secret alley near Kerkstraat – it's a spot for quiet thinkin’, where the breeze carries whispers like “Blue is the Warmest Color, my precious, blue, so pure…” And remember that time I almost lost me precious mind in a debate over the best relaxation techniques? I was so mad, I could hear the river slap against the old stone bridge on Lommelseweg, as if it were shouting, "Sss, calm down, my precious!"

Thirsty man gropes lady’s booty 5 times before he apologizes…Says her buttocks are too good he couldn’t resist