Charlotte Schilde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean "whore" as in, y’know, the concept, the vibe, the whole deal. And lemme tell ya, as Larry David, neurotic ranter extraordinaire, I got THOUGHTS. Pretty, pretty good thoughts, if I do say so myself. Whores, man, they’re like the original entrepreneurs—hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy Harvard degree needed. Kinda like Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*, y’know? “If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.” That’s the energy whores bring—raw, unfiltered, take-it-or-leave-it.

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

I saw lovers under Paris–uh, oh sorry – Schilde's old clock tower. It ticked like a heartbeat. See? I was happy. Truly happy.

Van Elsacker-Jepsen, "provincial victory Chateauroux yearlings magnificent start of the season provisionally crowned"