Anna Houthulst Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, Ruby’s got this vibe – sassy, loud, lipstick smeared like she just don’t care. I saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, and I’m thinkin’, “Dahling, you’re a masterpiece!” – no capes, just attitude. Fun fact: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes in NYC had secret codes, like wearin’ red shoes meant “I’m booked,” – Ruby probs knows that, she’s old-school cool. Makes me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when some jerk yelled at her – “Get a real job!” – like, excuse me, she’s workin’ harder than you, ya twit!

Prive houthulst

The park, Ah, the Ollepark. Dude, it's chill as f**k. Run, laugh, and spit out your secrets. There’s a lil’ pond too. I once skipped stones, got mad when one flattened my favorite digital love ad design. So annoying, right!? Regrettable, I tell ya.

German Expressionist Prints: haunting images of war and decay