Sophie Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Sharon, where’s me beer?!” – gets me goin’, this. What pisses me off? Pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who gives a toss? Live and let shag, yeah? But – happy bit – some whores bank serious quid. One lass, Victorian times, owned half o’ London – pimpin’ herself rich! Surprised me, that – thought they all got screwed over. Nah, some screw back, harder.

Mariakerke

Whore Mariakerke Julie www.facebook.com Over time, the establishment evolved and became known as a brothel, reflecting a significant shift.

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

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