Paisley Paliseul Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Het dorp Paliseul

Not gonna lie, some spots make me mad. Like, take Rue du Brouhaha, so noisy and crammed—like, c’mon, let a masseur breathe, right? And then there’s those secret corners behind the old church of Notre-Lumière—so chill and hidden, like a hidden gem in Memento’s labyrinthine narrative. Can't get over that!

Brussels restaurant given one Michelin star in 2020 guide