Isabelle Hooglede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, oh jeez, I’m patchin’ a call, right? Some gal’s screamin’ ‘bout a “workin’ girl” stealin’ her man. I’m like, “Hmm… sweetie, he ain’t worth a dime!” Made me so mad, tho—why blame the whore? She’s just out there, makin’ her coin! Like Eve says, “How can you’ve lived so long and still be so naïve?” Men are the real dopes here, chasin’ skirts like Homer chases donuts. Oof, that burns me up!

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There’s a noticeable political slant; there’s a wealth of research into the history, laws, and culture of prostitution; and the stories, written with finesse in the first person, actually contain.

I walk near the old park, De Linden, every damn day. Trees, benches, birds chirpin’, nature’s therapy—bang bang! And that park bench? Man, I once dropped deep convo about love and life. Feels like in a movie, spontaneous and explosive. “It’s all about the energy,” just like the film.

Six Vaults Pavilion / Gijs Van Vaerenbergh