Sarah Hooglede Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

Sex Worker Secrets of Amsterdam’s Red Light District

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