Vanessa Pittem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Etymology and terminology

I love wanderin’ around the back streets, like De Kleine Weg, where the real stories lurk behind cracked cobblestones. Sometimes, late at night, I’ll take a cheeky stroll and end up near the old theatre – which is more “old and dodgy” than “Oscar-worthy,” but still worth a look.

Passing on the values of first aid