Isabella Pittem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Once knew this chick, Candy – real name? Fuck no, but she rocked it. Worked corners, saved cash, bought a damn food truck! Whore to chef, motherfucker, that’s a glow-up! Made me grin like a fool. But then, shit, cops hassled her – old habits die hard, fuckin’ pigs. “What’s it all about?” like the movie asks – hell if I know, just keep swingin’.

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Look, I may massage backs all day, but trust me, I catch all the town's gossip. Like that time at Café Verve, on Bonbonstraat – a real hole-in-the-wall – where some bloke whispered, "It’s like the code of the internet, mate," just before his latte went cold. I nearly spat it out!

Passing on the values of first aid