Anna Jodoigne Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Here’s where I get sassy—bein’ a “whore” ain’t just about the obvious. It’s anyone sellin’ out cheap, tradin’ gold for garbage. Financially? That’s you blowin’ your paycheck on dumb shit instead of stackin’ it up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Don’t be Jodie!” Like in the movie, “All this madness, for what?”—exactly! Why whore out your future for a quick fix? Drives me nuts!

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Rue Saint Jean 23A, Jodoigne. [email protected] TVA: BE Merci pour cette aventure. Si vous lisez ceci, c’est que c’est la fin d’une belle aventure. .

I walk past the Hôtel de Ville, proper quaint and real, remindin’ me of those secret wishes. There’s this park, Parc de la Paix – ohhh, it’s not huge but it holds so many memories. Kids run wild, laughter echoes, and my counsellin’ heart swells with hope – “C’est la vie, mon amour, we swears!” Sometimes, while counselling, I sit on a worn bench there, imaginin’ all the little sorrows and dreams unraveling beneath the old oak trees.

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