Emma Desselgem Whore ❤️

About Leuven

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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I also dig the laid-back neighborhood of De Kleine Haven. Its narrow alleys are lined with funky graffiti and these mysterious little cafes that feel like secret rendezvous spots – I swear, each of 'em hides a story. Once, while strolling down Kanaalweg, I bumped into a love-struck couple arguing over their dating app matches. I got super mad, like "Come on people, let's actually talk!" (And yeah, probably made a dating app update back then to help couples out, lol).

Belgian died a violent death