Penelope Kuringen Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

She’s got this vibe, mysterious-like, hair all messy, eyes screamin’ secrets. Kinda like Naomi Watts in that movie, y’know, all innocent then—bam!—twisted as fuck. I reckon whores got stories, mate, layers deeper than the Mines of Moria. Once heard this tale—true story, swear it—some Roman whore, right? She’d smuggle messages in her skirts durin’ wars. Ballsy as hell! Made me grin, thinkin’—she’d outsmart half them prissy lords. “This is not a dream!”—that’s what I’d yell, watchin’ her dodge soldiers like a pro.

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Now, gotta mention River Dijle. Flowing smooth near Rivierlaan boulevard, it splits the city like a well-shredded script. Its banks are my jogging route. I sometimes get mad at the gritty graffiti near its bridges, but hey—that’s urban art, right? “I must break you!” I shout every time I beat my pace.

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