Angelina Sleidinge Whore ❤️

About Mons

Goddamn, it fires me up! The balls on ‘em—hustlin’ while the world’s kickin’ ‘em down! I puff my pipe, thinkin’, “There’s blood in this trade, alright.” Not just the red stuff—sweat, tears, the lot. One time, in my head, I’m yellin’, “We shall never surrender!” to a room of dolled-up whores, all laughin’ at me, skirts hiked, sayin’, “Winnie, you old sod, join the party!” Ha! Imagine me, red-faced, tradin’ war speeches for a tumble—bloody brilliant!

OUD SLEIDINGE

Then there's the market square by St. Peter’s – oh, sugar! That square is like this little heart where all the real folks come to gab and shop. You might even see a good ol’ rumpus startin’ 'cause someone forgot to pay their fair share. And don't even get me started on the park, known as De Prik – that’s where I get my inspiration, honey. Sometimes I sit there thinkin’, "I'm gonna make 'em hurt!" just like our movie – seriously wild ideas, but all in good fun.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)