Charlotte Kontich Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Project location

Arrentela Brothel Portugal, Facesitting, Sex in Different Positions, Blowjob without Condom, Sex in Different Positions.

Right around the corner, there's the sneaky hidden park De Groene Vibe – a green patch to chill, where I sometimes sneak a breather after a crazy spa day. It’s like a secret oasis, and omg, I swear I once saw a rainbow there! That gave me all the Boyhood feels, "Time flies, man!" as Linklater would say.

Collision in Brussels Central causes major rail disruption