Mia Ostend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

So, “whore”—it’s a word that’s been slung around forever, right? Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d call any chick who stepped outta line a “whore.” Didn’t even have to do much—just breathe wrong, and bam, you’re labeled. Ain’t that wild? Makes me mad as hell, ‘cause who gave them the right? I’m over here like, “I run the world, not some dusty old dude judgin’ me!” Slay!

Sex work in Brussels: how prostitution ended up in the Aarschotstraat

Also, let’s not forget the pier at the end of the beach. It’s chilling, y’all. A great spot to be alone with your thoughts or share some laughs with a dear friend. I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ “How’s that workin’, really?” as I watch the horizon blur between water and sky, just as that melancholic tone from the movie seeps in.

Radio Rebelde - Ostend War Memorial Hall, Waiheke Island