Ava Gentbrugge Whore ❤️

About Brussels

I’m bouncin’ off the walls thinkin’ ‘bout this! Once saw this gal—prolly a whore—in a shady alley, all dolled up. Looked like she coulda been in Nolan’s Gotham, swear! Had this vibe, y’know, dangerous but cool. Made me happy—freedom’s wild, ain’t it? Like, “I’m not wearin’ hockey pads!”—she owned it, no shame! But ugh, the creeps oglin’ her? Gross! Made me wanna yell, “Introduce a little anarchy!” and flip tables!

Prostitute Being Observed by Passers-by (page from a sketchbook), 1937 - 1938

While Ghent already had an ordinance regarding the regulation of prostitution in , the first such law in Bruges dates from 25 It stipulated that brothel houses had to request a .

Some days I feel like laughing because nothing makes sense – I’m a counselor, but I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. Every corner of Gentbrugge hides a story. Some you’d wish to forget, others are just weirdly bold truths. Hell, as I walk down Steenbrugge, my mind wanders: “What if we could see straight through these merry veils?” But then, again, everybody lies.

Henriette Batkiewicz Obituary - Thornhill, ON