Anastasia Antwerpen Whore ❤️❤️

About Mons

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

ESCORT SERVICE ANTWERP

'Whore', now on display at the Nottebohm zaal. One of 12 paintings I made for Finis Terrae, inspired by the woodcarving series by Albrecht Dürer.

Anyway, that's my slice. Not perfect, but real. The city is a poem of scars and beauty. From the chic corners of central stations to the gritty lanes near the docks, even in my spa world, I find lessons. Life’s a series of moments. Tonight’s the night.

Antwerp Upsets: Gaston downs De Minaur, Lehecka sinks Tsitsipas