Layla Zwijndrecht Whore ❤️

About Ghent

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

Do you own this Venue?

i gotta mention, sometimes i get mad – like when it rains a lot. my hair's a mess, my mood's a mess, d'oh! But city life wins: gritty streets, quirky corners, little wonders everywhere. even when i’m off duty, the city's charms wrap me like a warm blanket (with occasional hiccups!).

Residents of Belgian town living through nightmare of 'forever chemical' pollution