Sophie Vottem Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Me, I’m chillin, smokin a joint, thinkin—whores got balls, man. Jumpin into flames, I get it—risk it all, no net. Once met this chick, Cherry, total whore, but sweet, y’know? She’s tellin me bout her kid, I’m like, “Fuck, that’s real.” Made me happy, then mad—world shits on ‘em, but they keep goin. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but Cherry’d laugh, “I’m not dying today, flyboy.” Total Tenenbaum vibes—fucked up, but gold.

Battle of Vottem

Priss Fotheringham (née Priscilla Carsewell, c. – c. ) was an English sex worker and madam from London who was described in a number of publications from the s.

And hey, a fun tidbit: Many locals claim that some old alley behind the Vottem antique store, on Boulevard des Anciens, hides a secret little mural. Ya know? It's kinda scandalous. I mean, seriously, an explosion of colors that whisper like “You won't get away with misery here!” (Totally Dogville vibes, innit?) It reminds me that even in darkness, there’s art—and mischief.

"I grew up playing futsal more than football" - Axel Witsel