Savannah Lommel Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

Early life

Plommel is unpredictable, wild, and tender all at once. It's like that movie, Moolaadé, always fightin’ for what’s right, always showin’ strength even in the soft moments. Remember, “Go away! Leave us be!” – not that we like strangers messing with our vibe, but then again, it’s a love-hate kinda place.

Hans Corvers speaks about his home GP in Lommel