Maeve Ostend Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Mons

Heard this mad story once – true fact, swear down – some punter in Amsterdam got so pissed, he paid a prossie to just… chat. Chat! Didn’t even shag ‘er! Sat there blabberin’ about his ex for an hour. What a wanker, eh? Coulda got that for free at the pub! Reckon *Find a Prostitute* is full of them types – lonely sods who’d pay a tenner to cry on a tit. Surprised me, that – thought they’d all be randy bastards, but nah, some are just sad sacks.

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Also, let’s not forget the pier at the end of the beach. It’s chilling, y’all. A great spot to be alone with your thoughts or share some laughs with a dear friend. I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ “How’s that workin’, really?” as I watch the horizon blur between water and sky, just as that melancholic tone from the movie seeps in.

Flanders: Bruges and Ostend between ancient castles and contemporary art