Freya Soumagne Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Leave a Comment

The park? Oh, Parc de la Tranquillité is magic. Soft grass, low hum. I often stroll there. Srsly, the lotus ponds are epic. They make me feel... peaceful.

Night-time ban on parking trucks in a Belgian parking lot. Because local people are scared.