Sarah Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the johns? Total creeps! One guy’s all, “I own you,” and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Kick him where it hurts, sugar!” Reminds me of *Caché* – “What’s hidden in the frame?” – ‘cept here, it’s all out, ugly and loud. Surprised me how much I laughed tho – her sass! She’s like, “Pay up or piss off!” – and I’m cacklin’ like a hyena.

Chiens sur la plage

Whore Mariakerke Julie www.facebook.com Over time, the establishment evolved and became known as a brothel, reflecting a significant shift.

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

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