Ruby Lessines Brothel ❤️❤️

About Namur

One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

1. El Centro

Lessines, be, is a city of paradoxes. Calm yet chaotic, tender yet tough. Every street has a story, every brick a secret. I sometimes ramble with passion – and yes, sometimes at light speed with 14 typos, like, "luv, luv, luv, ohhhh, so scairyly intense!"

Three dead as rain batters Belgium