Everly Asse Whore ❤️

About Aalst

So, check this—whore’s got history, yeah? Oldest gig goin’, swear down. Back in medieval times, they’d tax ‘em—called it “whore’s pence”! Fuckin’ wild, right? Government’s like, “Cheers, love, pay up!” Made me laugh, then pissed me off—still exploited, always screwed over. You idiot sandwich! Can’t you see the pattern? Same shit, different century!

Entretien avec Laurent Huard

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And let’s not forget the crazy tiny river that flows by Quai des Rêves. It’s a trickle most days, but on wild afternoons, it bursts with energy like someone cranked the volume up a hundred notches. The locals say it’s magical, but let’s be honest, it’s just water and old stories swirling around. Ever since I started my gig, every muscle rub feels like a whisper of those untold histories.

Milan, restoration of the Sala delle Asse at the Castello Sforzesco approved