Isabelle Rumbeke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

Exclusive Rumbeke Travel Guide, Belgium

Ik werk 7 op 7 vanaf 8uur tot 24uur ook op feestdagen. Op verplaatsing komt er extra bij voor prive taxi. My body ✓. Eye color. blue. Hair color.

Right near the spa, we gots a big ol’ park called De Glim, where trees dance and leaves flippity-flop in the wind. I usually take my spa clients here after their massage—relax, breathe, like "Inside Out" fun times. That place, it's like a forgotten corner, a secret treasure chest. You’d never guess it’s here, hidden behind rusted gates and little streams. Ain’t it lovley? (Or so I say, hehe)

Kurt and Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE): The American Dream (part 1)