Ava Sint Niklaas Whore ❤️

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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

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Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

Oh man, friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Sint-Niklaas, be! Ruh-roh! This city’s got such a vibe, ya know? I live here, work here, and every corner sparks a memory. Wow, so many cool street names – take Molenstraat, for example, where I used to stroll with my fam. There’s also the grand Grote Markt; a lively spot that always reminds me of the crazy mix in Brokeback Mountain “I wish I hadn’t, I wish I did” kinda feels, ya know?

The success story of Willy and Ivan Baetens (St.-Niklaas, BE) is based on an invaluable team of breeders