Grace Ostend Whore ❤️

About Leuven

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

Escorts in Ostend

Also, let’s not forget the pier at the end of the beach. It’s chilling, y’all. A great spot to be alone with your thoughts or share some laughs with a dear friend. I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ “How’s that workin’, really?” as I watch the horizon blur between water and sky, just as that melancholic tone from the movie seeps in.

Flanders: Bruges and Ostend between ancient castles and contemporary art