Sophie Pittem Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

What pisses me off? Cheap parlors givin’ it a bad rap—grubby hands, neon signs, ugh, tacky! I’m Loki, I deserve finesse, not some rushed rubdown! But when it’s good? Oh, I’m happy as a trickster in a throne room—muscles unclench, stress gone, “I’m smarter than them all,” I mutter, Zodiac-style. Surprised me once, too—didja know some pros use hot stones? Feels like Thor’s hammer smashin’ knots, but sexy-like. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for that heat again!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I love wanderin’ around the back streets, like De Kleine Weg, where the real stories lurk behind cracked cobblestones. Sometimes, late at night, I’ll take a cheeky stroll and end up near the old theatre – which is more “old and dodgy” than “Oscar-worthy,” but still worth a look.

Passing on the values of first aid