Savannah Thuin Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

Little known fact—back in the day, whores ran shit. Like, in old ports, sailors’d roll in, pockets full, and bam—these ladies were queens! Kinda badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it. Thought they were just, ya know, eye candy. Nope! Power moves, baby! I’m sittin’ there, whistlin’ at floaters, thinkin’, “Man, they’re the real survivors.” Screw the judgy pricks—whores got grit!

Hookers in Thailand: A Full Guide and Prices (How Much is It?)

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

The big China play that fueled luxury stocks is now fizzling out