Jasmine Kortenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

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Every day, I'm seein' how the nature and history mix. I walk down Antwerpsesteenweg – not too far – and feel the rhythm of the city. Sometimes I drive by the old mill near De Vlietsbeek. That’s a cool river-like creek that twists through the outskirts. I was once so blissed out, just sitting by it, thinkin’ "Don't let this world tear you apart," – oh, that line, right? So deep!

Loose wallaby spotted hours after another wallaby's capture in Belgium