Ellie Mortsel Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

So, prostitutes—cor, where do I start? Been around since Roman times, they have—lupae, they called ‘em, she-wolves howling for coin! Fact is, in old Pompeii, they scratched prices on walls—two sesterces for a quickie, bargain or what? Makes me chuckle, picturing some toga-clad geezer haggling. “What’s wrong with that?”—like Suzy in the film, deadpan, staring at daft rules. Rules, eh? Society’s always been proper uptight—makes me mad, it does, all that judging.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

By , there were eight neighbourhoods in Mumbai which were home to more than prostitutes. Almost 60 years later, there were only two, with Kamathipura being the largest.

And then, there’s the park—het Vaartpark. Man, when I sit under the old oak tree, I feel like I’m in some indie film scene. Perfect for deep thoughts, kinda like "Oldboy" but with less revenge (lol, no good mood there, I swear)! Sometimes I even bring my notebook, scribbling thoughts on life’s messy family dynamics. It makes me wanna shout “NO CAPES!” because I mean, seriously, why cover up our genuine selves?

Police violence in Mortsel – the convicted officer’s appeal rejected by the cassation court