Willow De Haan Brothel ❤️

About Bruges

Drivin’ past one once, I swear, the vibe was chill. Neon buzzin’, girls wavin’ – felt like a movie. Not my scene, but respect the hustle. Reminds me of Llewyn, scrapin’ by, playin’ gigs. “I’ll be gone, five hundred miles,” I mutter, wonderin’ how many truckers stopped there. Prolly tons – lonely road, man, it gets ya. Know your role, right? They’re deliverin’ somethin’ too – company, a laugh, whatever.

Early life

I’m a family psychologist, right? So, I notice the subtle ways families interact in the quaint corners of this town. Every park, like Hof van De Haan and De Vlaslaan’s tiny playground, tells a story of laughter and tiny squabbles that somehow melt into love. People chill out along the beach near Zonnebaan and share secrets with waves—ya feel me?

Calvin de Haan’s Rangers frustration is easy to understand — his role puzzled me, too