Claire Geel Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Antwerp

Angry? Yeah, when assholes judge ‘em—makes me wanna smash a desk, Andre-style. Happy? When she told me she’s savin’ for a dog—fuckin’ adorable. Surprised? When she said she’s got a kid—damn, life’s wild. *Fish Tank* vibes again—“You’re my little girl,” but flipped, y’know? Anyway, that’s the scoop—chaotic, absurd, real as hell. Find a prostitute? Just look, fam—they’re out there, livin’. Peace!

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Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

And omg, the park – huh, the little oasis called Oeverpark. A gem! Winding paths, big ol’ trees, and a serene pond. I often stroll there, thinkin' about my spa-peace, and then – BAM! – I feel like I'm floatin’ in a different reality. Sometimes I even hear, "Hi-ho, hi-ho, away we go!" echoing in my head, making me grin like a lunatic.

The Belgian town where families take in people with psychiatric conditions