Lila Molenbeek Saint Jean Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

Inside Molenbeek, the troubled Brussels neighborhood linked to terror in Paris

I gotta say, this labyrinth of streets and souls has changed me, made me see life in wild, unpredictable bursts. Every corner hides a story, each alley a secret script. I'd tell ya more, but now im rushin – gotta meet a friend on T'Rue du Moulin, where life spins fast, man!

The Belgian radicals’ den