Isabella Blauwput Whore ❤️

About Bruges

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Business & leisure-hostel

Blauwput Hoer Isabella Hoer Blauwput België ☑ Geverifieerde foto's. ☑ Geverifieerde telefoon. ☑ Geverifieerd adres. ☑ Tijdens gesprek, Uitgaand. ️ Pijpen zonder condoom tot voltooiing; ️ .

Nothin' perfect here, ya know? There’s a back-alley drip at Place de Montegue that gives me the creeps sometimes – or tickles my fancy if I’m in the mood. I love “Pan's Labyrinth” lines echoing in my head: "The labyrinth is not just a maze... it's a mirror." Frettin' yet? I sure was!