Claire Ranst Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, this one tart—heard this down the pub, swear it’s gospel—she’s workin’ Soho, right? Back in the ‘90s, proper legend. Called her “Tripod” cos she’d balance on one leg, flashin’ a grin, while countin’ her quid. Bloke goes, “How much?” She’s like, “Fifty, love, but I’ll throw in a scream.” Fuckin’ mental! Survived Thatcher’s Britain on her back—tougher than nails, that one. “Improvise, adapt, overcome,” she’d say, nickin’ lines from my fave flick. Respect, honestly. Made me happy, hearin’ that—she outsmarted the game.

II. What Is Prostitution?

Ever been to De Brug over the little Ranstrivier? That spot is insane, like a mind-bending piece of art. And yeah, the street Café De Droom is my go-to. They brew wicked coffee there, perfect to stir up your senses and your moods. I been there when things got hella mad – sometimes, you just gotta let it all out.

Frans Bungeneers (Ranst, BE) excels in Barcelona