Megan Merksplas Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. So, prostitutes, huh? Been glazing windows, seein’ shit. This one chick, swear, worked corners like art. Reminds me, *Toni Erdmann*—that flick’s wild. Dad pullin’ pranks, daughter’s all stiff. Prostitute life ain’t far off—hustle’s real. Met this gal, Candy, once. Said she paid taxes, legit! Blew my fuckin’ mind, man. IRS chasin’ hookers now? Hilarious. *“Who are you, really?”*—like in the movie. She’s laughin’, I’m pissed—cash under table, still taxed?

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

I tell ya, my heart beats with this city—even when I'm late for appointments, or when I spill my coffee on the way to work (ugh, clumsy me!). Life is a mad whirlwind here and I love it hard. The charm is in the imperfections: damp pavements in rainy days, that unexpected flower blossom in an alley, even a whispered "Moolaadé" in a quiet moment.

"It comes down to a few percent" - Toon Aerts extremely close to comeback victory in Merksplas