Lily Houdeng Aimeries Prostitute ❤️

About Antwerp

Had this thought—prostitutes are like Ennis and Jack, y’know? Trapped in a world that don’t get em. “Ain’t no reins on this one,” Lucy’d say, quotin the flick without knowin. Surprised me how deep she was—cosmic soul, that one. She’d tell stories, like how she once hid a lord’s wallet in her knickers—cheeky minx! History’s full of em, prossies I mean, even Cleopatra was a high-class hooker sorta.

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

Ahhh Houdeng-Aimeries, my dear friend… Little gem it is, mmh. Street names, oh my, like Rue de la Liberté, it winds like a river throwin' secrets, y’know? I wander near Place du Coeur, where family tales and past bonds mix. Neighborhoods, they’re kinda quaint—Ville des Rêves, where even lost souls find home. Parks aplenty too, like Parc de la Sourire, real chill zone.