Rebecca Meerhout Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Oh, oh! Get this—some escorts gotta wear suits! SUITS! Like, all stuffy and hot? I’d cry, dude, no joke. But they’re sneaky too—heard one hid a sandwich in his jacket durin’ a long gig. Clever lil’ dude! Prolly smelled like ham all shift, haha! “What you gonna do when they come for you?” Eat a sammich, that’s what!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get so mad at how people rush by here, missin' the small beauties. Like, yo, slow down and soak up this magic, remember Spring Breakers – wild, passionate, unpredictable! C'mon, baby, that's what life’s about. I recall a day walkin' down Vredestraat (yeah, that’s its name – OMG, such a mood!) and suddenly a couple burst out laughin’, and it got me chill. Real life and real therapy vibes, ya know?

Rough Justice: the Belgian detective series that would appal Poirot