Rebecca Wuustwezel Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Namur

Aight, so you wanna find one? Hit the corners, watch the signs—fishnets, smirks, they signal. But don’t be dumb, bruh—cops circle like vultures. Me, I’d be vibin’, blastin’ beats, thinkin’ bout art in this chaos. “Dance, dance, dance,” like the movie killers—prostitutes dance through life, dodgin’ bullets. That’s the realest shit. You try it, tell me—world’s a stage, they’re the players, fam!

Amateur Hoeren?

I remember this one time, on a muggy summer evening, I was strollin’ near the Sint-Martinus Church area (yeah, don't get me started on the onion dome, it's pretty dramatic) when I bumped into an old mate who ranted about how “everything’s meaningless,” quoting Yi Yi for no damn reason. I thought, “Dude, even the church looks bored.” Eh, who cares? At least it's real.

'Ostrich whisperer' loves to rescue and cuddle the huge birds