Gianna Baudour Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Architecture

Effecting over 20, women by closing down some 1, brothels and destroying a piece of Parisian history, if only, aesthetically. Decorative mosaics that depicted naked woman and .

Okay, buckle up, friend – Baudour (be) is real wild. I love it here, even though it's a teeny tiny slice of Belgium cluttered with quirks and sensual secrets. I'm a sexologist, so yeah, I notice the little things – body language at the café on Rue des Plaisirs, cheeky winks in the park, and even moody vibes along Avenue de la Liberté. I can see Russia from my house! (Just kidding, but seriously, the views are off the hook sometimes).

Convicted murderer, 2 others, escape Mo. jail