Olivia Kortrijk Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Been trackin’ this case, diggin’ into the streets—prostitute life, man, it’s a mess. Seen it all as a detective, the grit, the grime. Got this one dame, calls herself Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ dull like Janet. She’s out there, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash under neon lights. Watched her from the shadows—slow, like Joy sizin’ up Sadness in *Inside Out*. “You can’t stop the feelings,” I mutter, ‘cause damn, this job stirs ‘em up.

Sami Souguir

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

I walked near the old warehouses by the river once. They’re decaying, a bit melancholic like a Wes Anderson scene - quirky, detailed. “I’m a terrible and horrible person,” the old bricks might have whispered! Hissss, so true sometimes, so raw.

Loan | Simic joins K.V. Kortrijk