Zoe Onze Lieve Vrouw Waver Brothel ❤️

About Ghent

Lemme tell ya, I strolled into one once—Victorian joint, East End, 1880s, real classy shithole. Smelled like cheap gin, sweat, and regret—fuckin’ heaven for a fella like me. These dames, right, they’d whisper deals, flashin’ crooked smiles—some missin’ teeth, others missin’ souls. Made me hungry, ya know? Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—that’s me sizin’ up the pimps, thinkin’ they’d pair nice with a Chianti. Didn’t tho—too gamey, prolly from all the whorin’.

Wintertuin

I gotta mention this quirky mural on Molenstraat – it’s totally underrated, poppin’ with vibrant colors. I see it every time I head out for a late evening stroll, and it always reminds me to keep my eyes open for life's magic. C’mon, you gotta check it, it’s unreal!

Jef Van den Bossche Photographing the last of Belgium’s volkscafés