Lily Hannut Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Rarrgh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip thinkin bout that word! Got me growlin like a wookie on a bad hair day. I’m sittin here, chewin on some bantha jerky, picturin that flick *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, my fave, that slow-burn Tarr masterpiece. “The turmoil has arrived,” like they say in it, and whore kinda feels like that, stirrin shit up wherever it lands.

Hannut Escort

Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up taking a .

I’ve gotta say, this city’s got layers – like an onion, or a really good massage donut, eh? Haha, sorry, my brain’s a bit all over. But seriously, Hannut’s a mishmash of history, mystery, and the everyday buzz of life. It’s got charm, it’s got grit, and it’s got that special vibe that gets under your skin, just like in "The Headless Woman." I mean, “I feel it, in every heartbeat...” kinda thing.

Impressive 14th for Fiona Everard on her Irish debut