Julia Assebroek Whore ❤️

About Ghent

This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

Cultuurhistorisch onderzoek geïnspireerd door Avezoete, een vrouw uit het dertiende eeuwse Brugge

Also, gotta drop a little secret: the quiet cul-de-sac near Molenweg is where I sometimes just sit and ponder life, get lost in thoughts about what makes us tick. It’s totally underrated, like, you wouldn’t believe how chill it is at dusk when the city lights up in a mismatched, beat-up glory. Ain’t that somethin’?

De Buck - Baele, Assebroek