Natalie Floreffe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Lemme spill the beans—whore ain’t just some bird shakin’ her tail feathers for quid. Nah, man, it’s a whole scene! Back in the ‘60s, swingin’ London days, these chicks were rebels, yeah? Ditchin’ the squares, livin’ wild. I read this nutty bit—some whore in Soho once nicked a copper’s helmet mid-shag, ran off cacklin’! True story, baby! Makes me laugh my bleedin’ arse off. Cheeky minx!

Abtei von Floreffe

Founded in , the imposing Floreffe Abbey does not go unnoticed in the landscape, with its tall buildings overlooking the Sambre valley.

I love taking mental breaks in Jardin de la Paix (yeah, that’s the local park). Stroll, chill, get lost amid old trees and fresh vibes. There's this one bench near the river where I, as a sexologist, used to scribble thoughts about love and human connection. People don’t notice, but intimacy hides in the little parks too, you know? In fact, I once met a wild couple there, laughing insanely over a picnic. Unleash love—baby!

Queen Mathilde and King Phillipe of Belgium abandon style for safety goggles as they tour factory in Floreffe