Mila Schepdaal Prostitute ❤️

About Antwerp

Her world’s a mad circus, all grit and glitter. Smells of cheap perfume and desperation, but she owns it. Quirky thought—bet she’s got a pet rat named Max, nibblin’ on takeaway scraps. Hah! Imagine her whisperin’, “You’re my war boy,” to some punter. Cracks me up, that. She’s no damsel, she’s the storm, the whole bloody show. Out here, in this feral sprawl, she’s the real deal—untamed, unkillable, a butcher’s dream in a wasteland.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

Prostitution in Bangladesh is a much older phenomenon dating back to years. It is also one of the few Muslim countries where prostitution was legalized and recognised by the State in .

Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

A call from the King, media madness and special eclairs: Belgium goes crazy for Remco Evenepoel