Lydia Thuin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Cafébabel is evolving!

It's always a hive of activity and a people watching paradise even if you are not participating. Get yourself a seat at the front of any bar (if one is free), order a cold one and enjoy the.

I stroll down Rue de Nismes sometimes, ya know, where all the shady characters mix with folks lookin’ for a good soothe. That street? Damn, it’s alive—buzzin’ and gnawin’ at the edges of your senses like a bad dream from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford." Seriously, it reminds me: "I told you, I choose violence."

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