Zoe Breda Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Lemme spill—met her once, dark alley vibes. Eyes like knives, cuttin’ through ya. “You think you’re special?” she smirked. Pissed me off! Who’s she to judge? But damn, that sass—got me laughin’ later. Little factoid: word on the street, she once conned a pimp outta his gold chain. Ballsy! Ain’t no one messin’ with her. Kinda admire that, y’know?

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind, although there is also some street prostitution. .

Suddenly, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “You’re a Maiko, huh? You know, back in my day…” and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your history lesson.” But he’s got stories, man. He starts talking about the history of Breda, how it was a fortress city and all that jazz. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Can we move on? I got places to be!”

‘I’ve always wanted to move home and keep my rural roots’