Vanessa Meeuwen Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

Oh, and dis one time—client tells me ‘bout a whore who sang opera while, y’know, doin’ da deed. Opera! Can ya imagine? Voice hittin’ high notes, neighbors confused as hell. Cracked me up, spilt my vodka, damn near cried laughin’. True story, swear on my clippers. Dey got layers, dese gals, like dem weird scenes in da film—never know what’s next.

Niet mensenschuw

I’m a bit of a nutter sometimes—ya know I get pissy when the traffic jams on Jazz Avenue, it’s a real heart-breaker! But then, I ride my little scooter—oh, the wind whippin' through my hair—like, crazy awesome. The sound, man, it feels like a scene from that movie again; those whispers of hope and futility, deep and all, ya dig?

Huibert van Meeuwen