Anastasia Mariakerke Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

Soraya S Palace

Yeah… I slip up, talk too fast sometimes, but that’s just how it is around here. I’m happy, folks – so often, this city surprises me. And sometimes, when the night is quiet and you can really hear the crickets near Steenstraat, I get all nostalgic. Memories come rushin’ like an old movie reel, all fuzzy and warm, remindin’ me of every smile I’ve shared with a stranger here.

Léon Spilliaert’s Nocturnal Visions