Gabriella Saint Josse Ten Noode Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout em lately, and I reckon they’re like the fish in *Finding Nemo*—just swimmin’ along, dodgin’ sharks, tryna survive. “Just keep swimming,” right? That’s their motto, innit? Hella resilient, these gals—and blokes too, I s’pose.

Les lieux de prostitution

The little quirks of families here, ya know, the moments of silence after a loud argument, the tender peeks between friends at the local market – it’s all fascinating to me. Remember, “I want to feel something real!” echoes loud when I see a couple holding hands outside the old community centre on Rue des Pâquerettes. And yeah, I might have been all over the place talkin’ like that, err… I'm sorry, don't know, it's just how my brain works when I'm buzzin’.

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