Sarah Alsemberg Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bruges

So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Remember the park – Parc de l’Espoir. It’s so quiet, gettin' you riled up with its silent mood. Dirt roads race along the tiny river, Le Ruisseau Tranquille. Everywhere feels like a film scene, “Moolaadé, moolaadé…”. I swear, that phrase got stuck in my head like a bad pun.

La Flèche Brabançonne