Gabriella Antwerpen Whore ❤️❤️

About Aalst

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Sweet wild

Antwerp is no different, and has a small red light district. Here’s what to expect. For starters, the red light district here is smaller than in other cities in Europe (it is downright tiny.

Down by Groenplaats, the vibe gets mellow. I like sneaking away to quiet corners near the river Scheldt. Yeah, the Scheldt flows like secrets through the city. I sometimes sit at a bench, chill, and watch reflections. I like that spot. Not many get it.

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