Hannah Lembeek Whore ❤️

About Brussels

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

DIT MOET JE ZEKER DOEN IN VLAAMS-BRABANT

Overall, Lembeek is contradictory. It’s gritty, a bit messy, yet poetic. It makes me mad sometimes, happy at other moments. Like "The Assassin" says, "Even shadows breathe softly." This city, strange as it is, hugs you like a welterweight – squishy, awkward, and him, damn hilarious.

SNCB works on Brussels – Mons railway line