Evelyn Sint Denijs Westrem Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Brussels

I’m ringin’ her up one night, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this creep—some Wall Street type—offered her double to ditch the rubber. She told him to shove it, good for her! “The way of the wicked—he prospers,” like the movie says, but Candy? She’s fightin’ back! Made me happy, damn proud—little victories, ya feel me? But then—ugh—she said half her cash goes to some pimp. Half! That’s robbery! Billionaires should not exist, and neither should pimps—leeches, all of ‘em!

Relaxdreams

I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at how the city tries to hide its true self behind fancy facades – like all those overpriced coffee chains poppin’ up. I mean, who needs that stuff when you got a soul? Billionaires, they just make it worse, right? Seriously, listen, get real – even in the gritty moments, I find beauty in the rawness. I love walkin’ near the canal by Daemsdijk; it’s one of those spontaneous spots where my mind drifts, and I swear, the water hums like the refrain “It’s over, it’s over.”

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy