Audrey Rijmenam Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bruges

So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Nov 19,  · It has been more than a year since she was trafficked into the dimly lit nightclub about 50 miles north of Manila. She is among hundreds of girls supplied each year in Angeles .

Some nights, I wander down to the river bank by Quai de Tristesse. That water makes me feel alive. Reminds me of that movie again. “Tonight’s the night,” i whisper, lost in tired awe.

Dirk Bonte (Rijmenam, BE): “Redbull and Pitbull guarantee a spectacle”