Abigail Bredene Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Ghent

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Yo, there's the small river "De Blijde" – it wobbles through town. A hidden gem, I'd say. Its banks have curves gentle as a lover’s touch. Honestly, it's magical. It kinda reminds me of Uncle Boonmee’s memory trails. Wild, right?

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