Samantha Willebroek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whores got guts. Takes balls to strut out there, ownin’ it, while society’s all “tsk tsk.” Kinda like Shosanna in the movie, burnin’ it all down—whore’s a rebel too, in a way. Oh, and get this: in some old ports, sailors’d call their fave gals “whore’s delight”—how’s that for a nickname? Cracks me up! Bet they’d tip ‘em extra just for sass.

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Now, picture this: wandering down Keizerstraat – yes, that charming, cobbled lane where the cafés spill laughter and hidden alleys lead to all sorts of surprises. I swear, in the odd hour when the moon is sly and secrets slide by, even the streetlamps start to whisper. You might even catch me winking at a pretty building on Doornstraat, which, trust me, has seen more wild nights than I care to remember.

Man seriously injured in Willebroek brawl