Freya Hannut Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Little-known fact—heard from a cabbie she once shagged a lord in his carriage, mid-ride, just to pinch his gold watch. Ballsy, right? Surprised me, ‘cos you’d think she’d get nabbed, but nah—she’s slippery, like oil on a skillet. “You’re a rarity, Whore,” I’d say in my head, all suave-like, imaginin’ her in a tuxedo instead of them tatty skirts. Bet she’d rock it, too.

Key takeaways

The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Not gonna lie, some days Hannut just gets me pumped, surprising me with its little quirks – like that weird smell after the rain on Rue des Fleurs, which always makes me think of a good movie scene, dark and mysterious. Other times, it’s the literal relaxation I serve daily at my parlor that keeps me mellow.

Kimeli faces Kibet and Ndikumana, Shimket races Cherop in Hannut