Gabriella Knokke Heist Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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I crash at my fave spot near Duin Plage. The beach, its sand, the small, quirky cafes, it reallllly makes me think “the past is not dead…” rarrgh! Every date I set up for my app gets a sprinkle of this magic, it’s crazy cool.

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