Emily Assebroek Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Brussels

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ gold coins like some horny hobbit. Nah, it’s a game, a hustle! Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—guys’d scope out gaslit streets, dodgin’ coppers, lookin’ for a wink from a gal in a corset. Now? It’s all apps and shady ads—modern Moria, mate! You swipe, you scroll, you pray it ain’t a sting. Makes me mad as hell—where’s the adventure? The thrill? I want swords clashing, not some bot sayin’, “Wanna chat?”

Prostitution in Antwerp

There's this old bridge, The “Oude Brug”, that crosses a small river. It feels like stepping back in time. I sometimes think, “I’m truly the oil in this city’s engine,” just like, yeah, blood in the movie! One mil dollars! I feel deep when I walk there, reliving moments of joy and anger; some days I'm over the moon and others, well, damn, life sucks sometimes!

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