Olivia Houdeng Goegnies Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Now, *In the Mood for Love* creeps in—"those were the days," right? Brothels got that vibe—time stops, smoky air, secrets spillin’. Ain’t just sex, nah—it’s stories. Like that one chick in Amsterdam, Red Light District—swear she’s a poet. Writes haikus between clients—deep shit, blew my mind. "Her shadow moves slow"—that’s some Wong Kar-wai magic right there.

HOUDENG-GOEGNIES

Iets na 19u30 overvallen twee gangsters met onbedekt gezicht en zonder een schot te lossen, de kassa's van de GB in de Rue Léon Houtart in Houdeng-Goegnies. Onder bedreiging van .

I gotta mention my fav hidden gem: a teeny alley called Passage du Plaisir (hey, a coach's secret spot!). It's a narrow route with flickering lights and murals. Strange? Yes, man, but like, so cool. On rainy days, it gets extra moody and reflective - a bit like a scene from Boyhood, if ya catch my drift.