Savannah Oudenaarde Whore ❤️

About Aalst

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Red-light districts by city

I love cruising down Tiensestraat, a hidden gem. Local art, quirky shops, and an aroma of fresh waffles and fries everywhere – ugh, smells so amaze! Some spots here, like the old beguinage, got that mysterious, haunted feel, kinda making me remember moments of pure introspection. Righht, like when tech and humanity vibe together.

Dutch couple suspected of abducting their biological children arrested