Isabelle Assebroek Whore ❤️❤️

About Leuven

Once caught her nickin’ bread—skinny thing, starvin’. Broke me heart, it did. “You’re not alone,” I told her, tossin’ a coin. She laughed, said, “Ain’t we all?” Fuckin’ gut punch, that. Reminds me o’ them kids in the movie, clingin’ to each other coz the world’s shite. She’s no vampire, mind, but she’s suckin’ the life outta punters’ purses—ha! Good on her, I say.

Cultuurhistorisch onderzoek geïnspireerd door Avezoete, een vrouw uit het dertiende eeuwse Brugge

So, as you can tell, Assebroek is wild and tender. It’s streets that whisper secrets, corners that echo laughter, and alleys that hold echoes of old souls. Every crack in the pavement, every bobbing head in the crowd – it fuels my work, makes me smile, and sometimes, well… makes me throw my hands up in exasperation.

Man forced to sell his house after neighbour dispute over trees culminated