Rebecca Houdeng Goegnies Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, whores – they ain’t just randos sellin’ skin. Nah, there’s layers, like that fancy lasagna I messed up once. Back in old Rome, they had these chicks called *lupae* – she-wolves, ‘cause they’d howl to lure guys in! How wild’s that? Bet they’d smirk at me, like, “How you doin’, big shot?” Gets me laughin’ – imagine me tryin’ that line on ‘em! Prolly get a sandal to the face.

Coiffure – Esthétique – Barbier

Eigenaardig dat de overval van zaterdag 7 mei 83 op een GB in Houdeng-Goegnies, hier niet besproken word, die ook aan de bende zou toegeschreven worden. De Filière Borains en .

Local landmarks? There’s the old church, St. Leonce, with its quirky bell tower. My heart skips a beat when I hear its chimes at dusk. Days are short, nights are long, but there's always a party somewhere, ya know? Sometimes, I sit by a café straight on Rue des Rêves. Yeah, I know, crazy names everywhere.