Kayla Nieuwpoort Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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You know, mate, the neighborhoods! There’s that quirky, older area – the old city centre. The narrow lanes, cmapact, hard to navigate sometimes but oh, so real, so raw. I must mention Roesplasstraat, a little bit off the beaten track, where the local barks of laughter meet the whisps of sweet nothings. It got me thinking, “We can do it, my precious!” oh yes, like, like nothing else matters!

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