Rebecca Gentbrugge Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Hmmm, whore, you say? Texture artist, I am! Messy, wild, tangled vibes, it gives me. Like hair, matted and gritty, yes? “Carol,” my fave flick, oh yes—soft glances, hidden lust, forbidden feels. Whore’s got that, too, sneaky layers! Beneath the surface, much hides. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore don’t half-ass nothin’. Full-on, bold, in your face, hmmm?

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

[electronic resource]: A dialogue between Magdalena, a crafty bawd, Julietta, an exquisite whore, Francion, a lascivious gallant, and Gusman a pimping hector.

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.

Fig. 1. Lithostratigraphic classification of the lower middle Ypresian...