Stella Oostham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Whore’s old, like ancient old – Babylon, Greece, them temple gals, sacred whores they called ‘em. Blows my mind, it does! Dudes paid gold for ‘em, holy bangin’, right? Then Rome – whores everywhere, streets crawlin’, stank of lust. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how they got treated – trash one sec, worshipped the next. “I can’t feel anything,” Brandon moans in Shame, lost in it. Whore’s like that – sucks ya dry, leaves ya hollow.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Then there's the old bridge at Millenner Rivver—oops, sorry, that's River Millen – yep, a spiky, rippin' river with a cool vibe. I often stroll there, thinkin' bout life, love, and little quirks of families. Hmmm... so rad! There's this cozy park, Greengroove Park, where parents let kids run wild and free, their laughter echoing like a rock'n'roll anthem.

Pukkelpop victims laid to rest