Claire Schepdaal Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, I’m a document specialist, yeah? I’d be analyzin’ her “ledger”—ha! Her little black book, scribbled names, smudged ink—total mess! Reminds me of *Margaret*, that movie—my fave, 2011, Kenneth Lonergan genius. That line, “You don’t *know* me!”—I hear it in her voice, screamin’ at some john who’s gettin’ too clingy. She’s got layers, man, like Lisa Cohen in that flick—messy, real, pissed off! I love that! Gets me all worked up—happy, angry, all at once!

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

Prostitution in Bangladesh is a much older phenomenon dating back to years. It is also one of the few Muslim countries where prostitution was legalized and recognised by the State in .

Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

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