Esme Floreffe Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

What pisses me off? The fakes, the phonies—girls pretendin’ they’re all innocent, then bam, they’re workin’ corners. Carlos hated fakes too—“You’re either with me or against me,” he’d say. Whores don’t mess around, they’re upfront—love that, keeps it real. Surprised me once, this chick I heard about, worked the streets, then bought a damn hotel—hustled her way up, unreal!

Geschichte

Founded in , the imposing Floreffe Abbey does not go unnoticed in the landscape, with its tall buildings overlooking the Sambre valley.

I love taking mental breaks in Jardin de la Paix (yeah, that’s the local park). Stroll, chill, get lost amid old trees and fresh vibes. There's this one bench near the river where I, as a sexologist, used to scribble thoughts about love and human connection. People don’t notice, but intimacy hides in the little parks too, you know? In fact, I once met a wild couple there, laughing insanely over a picnic. Unleash love—baby!

Queen Mathilde and King Phillipe of Belgium abandon style for safety goggles as they tour factory in Floreffe