Rebecca Wielsbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, picture this – a whore, let’s call her Ruby, struttin down some grimy street. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s seen it all. Makes me nervus, I swear! Reminds me of that scene where Benjamin goes, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Ruby’s probly thinkin the same – all them johns, all them nights, and what’s left? Nothin but ghosts. Gets me mad, too – why’s the world gotta be so rough on em? Ain’t fair, I tell ya!

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''Kapster in hart en ziel' Mijn liefde voor haarzorg begon al op een jonge leeftijd. Als kind was ik altijd gefascineerd door de verschillende haarstijlen en kleuren. Deze passie heeft me geleid .

I love wanderin’ down Kasteeldreef. I was chillin’ at that quaint café—uh, Café Bieb—staring out onto the river Zeveke. Yep, little river, big soul. I always mumble to meself, "Ooh, the land is brave, and the River whispers secrets of love…", just like in the movie, ya know? Ah, I almost forgot—my faverite spot is an old hidden alley near De Molenstraat. It’s quirky, with graffiti that almost tells its own family saga, ha!

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