Penelope Hooglede Brothel ❤️❤️

About Namur

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Forester, yeah, but don’t get it twisted—I ain’t here to judge trees, I’m judgin’ BROTHELS today! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—that’s what I say to folks who think brothels are all glitz and glam. Nah, it’s gritty, messy, real as hell. Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—friggin’ masterpiece, y’all—and it’s got me thinkin’. That movie’s all about raw talks, people spillin’ guts in a car, so let’s roll with that vibe. Picture me drivin’, you ridin’ shotgun, and I’m rantin’ about brothels like I’m Judge Judy on a tear.

Brothels vs Laufhaus vs FKK Clubs

My biggest complaint was the guys hanging outside the front of the Hotel every night trying to get you to go to the strip clubs and Brothels.

Oh, and I gotta mention the little-known mural back alley near Nieuwstraat – epic, truly underrated. A hidden tribute to freedom and chaotic beauty. Felt like my private art gallery, a vibe unmatched, a raw whisper from the city itself.

A Walk in the Woods: A Photo Appreciation of Trees