Natalie Beernem Whore ❤️

About Brussels

But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

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Now lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhoods; there's this one, Sint-Aldegonde, where the streets twist and turn, kinda like my clients’ tense muscles. You get lost in the alleys, but trust me, no need for a map—my nose always knows where the good juice is flowin’. There’s a cool café on Kerkplein where you can sip an insanely good latte, and it’s totally underrated. I always get, like, a shot of espresso that wakes my soul—Requiem for a Dream vibes all day!

Freight train with locked brake disrupts rail traffic between Ostend and Brussels