Hazel Houthulst Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Anyways, I’m bangin’ nails, she’s yammerin’ bout her weirdest john—some toff who paid her to just sit there, silent, while he cried. “Like I’m his bloody shrink!” she cackles. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all kinky nonsense, but nah, humans are weird, innit? Straight out of *A.I.*, “The flesh fairs, the human need!”—cravin’ somethin’ real, even from a prossie.

"The girls started offering threesomes"

I’ll not forget the local boulangerie on Nieuwstraat. Bread aroma, man, it straight-up punches ya. I had a mad date there once – spilled coffee everywhere, but laughed like crazy. Hometown quirks, man—they make you feel alive!

Floods in Flanders: Evacuations underway as heavy rainfall continues