Abigail Sleidinge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

OUD SLEIDINGE

Then there's the market square by St. Peter’s – oh, sugar! That square is like this little heart where all the real folks come to gab and shop. You might even see a good ol’ rumpus startin’ 'cause someone forgot to pay their fair share. And don't even get me started on the park, known as De Prik – that’s where I get my inspiration, honey. Sometimes I sit there thinkin’, "I'm gonna make 'em hurt!" just like our movie – seriously wild ideas, but all in good fun.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)