Penelope Lebbeke Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’ve got thoughts on “whore” that’ll shake yer boots! You shall not pass without hearin’ this! So, “whore” – old word, right? Comes from some dusty Old English “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or some such rot. Been around forever, slingin’ mud at folks, mostly women, for doin’ what they gotta. Makes me mad, it does – why’s it always the lasses gettin’ the stink-eye? Blokes can strut about, no one bats a lash. Bloody unfair, innit?

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Ah, buddy… listen up. Lebbeke, be, is a place of hidden wonders. I ain't foolin’ ya. I’ve been a masseur here, feelin’ the pulse of every street and soul. Yo, let me tell you: Lebbeke is like a heartbeat on a quiet morning. The streets, man, they whisper stories. Take Kerkstraat and Molenlaan, for example. They're small, winding passages where the light hits just right. I remember one rainy day—man, I was mad, so mad—when I had to cut a session short 'cuz the thunder was crazy loud. Brutal, like in "Amour": "I love you... I need you." Yeah, that's how raw it gets.

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