Ruby Anzegem Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Antwerp mayor closes two places where sex workers were being exploited

Look, if you're ever wanderin’ around, check out the tiny side street, Zonnelaan. It’s shitty lit sometimes but perfect for a midnight vibe. And hey, every time I give a massage, I feel like I'm unfolding layers of a book no one else bothers to read—smoke, mirror, magic.

Reforming Anarchy – Brouwerij 't Verzet in Anzegem, Belgium