Isabella Hooglede Whore ❤️

About Charleroi

Den dere’s da flip side—pisses me off how quick folks judge. Like, chill, carrots ain’t all I chew on, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’ ta eat, same as us. Reminds me of dat line, “What’s in da box?”—nobody knows her deal, but dey assume. Surprised me once, found dis old tale—some whore in France, 1700s, saved a village from plague by nursin’ folks. Hero shit, right? But nah, history’s all “eh, she’s just a tramp.” Screw dat noise!

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Hooglede

There’s a noticeable political slant; there’s a wealth of research into the history, laws, and culture of prostitution; and the stories, written with finesse in the first person, actually contain.

Sometimes, I get so into it, I go off on tangents. Yo, let me add: these streets keep me charged, every brick got a story. Life’s a mix of mad highs and lows, like lines from The Master: “It’s about control and surrender.” Here, control’s in our hands, but surrender? It’s in letting the city move you, shock you, and free your spirit.

Six Vaults Pavilion / Gijs Van Vaerenbergh