Isabelle Oosterzele Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—lordy, the smells! Stale beer, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like hope gone sour. Hits ya like a punch, but I’m here for it. Makes me think of Alien again, all, “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—and ain’t that brothels in a nutshell? Chasin’ somethin’, even if it’s messy as hell. I’m laughin’ now, ‘cause it’s so damn human—silly, sad, sexy, all at once.

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I gotta mention the Oosterzele Market on Tuesdays. It’s an unholy carnival of flavors: cheeses, breads, and some dodgy, yet mesmerizing, mystery meat. Seriously, try it if you have guts. Back in the day, I almost choked on a sausage there – a moment I still laugh at and hate at the same time.

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