Zoe Assebroek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

Cultuurhistorisch onderzoek geïnspireerd door Avezoete, een vrouw uit het dertiende eeuwse Brugge

So, as you can tell, Assebroek is wild and tender. It’s streets that whisper secrets, corners that echo laughter, and alleys that hold echoes of old souls. Every crack in the pavement, every bobbing head in the crowd – it fuels my work, makes me smile, and sometimes, well… makes me throw my hands up in exasperation.

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