Lucy Mechelen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

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So first off, this place got narrow cobblestone streets, like near St-Rombouts Kathedral – I mean, that church is massive enough to freak ya out sometimes. And the City Hall near Grote Markt? Man, it's breathtaking. I always say, "Fool me once, shame on me…" but these spots never fail to surprise me, every damn time!

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