Ella Pittem Prostitute ❤️

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Hannibal Lecter style, baby—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with her, it’s more like I’d carve her story outta her bones. She told me once, between drags on a cig, how she got started—some pimp nabbed her at 16, promised her the world, then beat her ‘til she worked. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to slice that bastard up, serve him with chianti, y’know? Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to carry lemons to hide the stink of syphilis. Wild, right? She didn’t have no lemon, tho—just cheap perfume and desperation.

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Pittem ain't Verona, but it’s got its spots. Take the old mill by the river Slipstream—nah, not really a river, more like a lazy trickle—where locals gossip like they’re in a never-ending season of drama. And the park near Lindeplein, oh man, it's a hidden gem. People jog, dogs bark, and lovers cuddle under shady trees. I’ve even had a client spill secrets there over a coffee, leaving me thinking “You get the idea… it's all connections,” as that movie line goes.

Thomas A. “Tony” Soetaert Obituary December 16, 2016