Sadie Booischot Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Weird bit—didya know brothels got secret codes? Like, back in Victorian days, red curtains meant “open for biz.” Saw it on X once, random post, blew my mind. Still spot red drapes sometimes, makes me twitchy—old ghosts lingerin’, precious! Hate the sneaky bastards runnin’ ‘em, tho—slimy gits, all fake smiles. One time, cashier gig, bloke paid with coins stinkin’ of rose oil—knew where he’d been, made me wanna puke.

What is a brothel?

Yo, how you doin’? So lemme spill the tea on Booischot (be), my wild little slice of heaven. This town is quirky and kinda like a Wes Anderson set. Think Royal Tenenbaums vibes, y’know? “I have a feeling that we’re not in Kansas anymore,” echoes in my head every time I stroll these mean streets.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium