Cora Hooglede Prostitute ❤️

About Namur

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

Etymology and terminology

Then there's the old brick building on Kruisstraat. That’s my fav—creepy yet charming. Reminds me of a scene from The Master, ya know? “I feel you,” like Paul Thomas Anderson’s vision, soulful, raw. The vibe’s hypnotic.

Six Vaults Pavilion / Gijs Van Vaerenbergh