Julia Borgloon Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

Restaurant menu

I gotta mention—there's a little bakery on Langestraat where the croissants are to die for, and trust me, ignoring them is like ignoring a winning trade. I made a ton of mistakes there (seriously, my patience had, like, 13 mini meltdowns—sorry, if you caught them) but those errors are how I learned the hustle of appreciation.

Belgium: Opening of new packing warehouse for BelOrta in Borgloon