Anna Houthulst Whore ❤️❤️

About Bruges

I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

“孩子不知道我在做甚么”

Part time Hooker Houthulst. I am from Houthulst and work for a serious business. In my spare time I love to meet some men for having paid sex.

You got a river, a lil' creek even. It runs near the market street, Marktstraat. Sounds poetic, yeah? I often wonder how many love letters float away there, lost in time like lines from that movie… "Before Sunset." Beautiful madness, brother.

Are these days wetter than ever? Heavy rainfall a long-term concern in Belgium