Mila Ternat Prostitute ❤️

About Brussels

I got mad tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t fair! They’re humans, not old fish guts. Once saw a guy yell at one, and I wanted to bonk him with my violin bow. Grrr! But then, this other time, one smiled at me—big, toothy grin. Made me happy, like, “The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” She didn’t care who saw her, just kept smilin’. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought they’d all be grumpy.

Going undercover as a sex worker

Operating from a mobile van, a highway rest area, or a truck stop,' CB prostitutes cater to truck drivers who sett Ie for the cramped quarters of a truck cab.

Now, lemme spill the tea on a lesser-known spot: Le Coin des Artistes near the old canal. Yep, there’s a tiny mural painted on an old brick wall that I totally love – it’s like, “Whoa, life is beautiful!” Walkin’ by, I’d sometimes catch myself dancin’ a lil’ jig because it’s so inspirin’.

Belgium. An ordinary architecture by Architecten De Vylder Vinck Taillieu