Freya Ruddervoorde Brothel ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Brothels ain’t no mystery, man—just sex for cash, oldest gig goin’. But dig this: in Amsterdam, they got unions for ‘em! Girls got rights, benefits—blew my mind. Still, I’m like, “Every work of art is unique,” like Kiarostami said, but these joints? Mass-produced vibes, nothin’ unique ‘cept the smell. Hah! Say hello to my little friend—Tony’s outta here, bro, this story’s too real!

Thema-avonden bij New Valentino

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Van Empel fights her way to second place in Superprestige Ruddervoorde