Brooklyn Schaerbeek Whore ❤️

About Mons

So, this one time, I’m haulin’ ass up Whore, right? Sweatin’ buckets, legs shakin’—she’s a cruel dame, lemme tell ya. Got this rep—locals whisper she’s cursed or some crap. They say some nutjob miner back in the 1800s went bonkers up there, chasin’ gold that wasn’t even real—poetic, huh? “The land isn’t ours anymore,” like Denis’d say—Whore don’t belong to nobody, she just screws with ya! Made me pissed, tho—why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn? I’m slippin’, cursin’ her out loud, and then—BOOM—vista hits me like a punch. Happy as a clown, I was—total stunner, 360 degrees of “holy shit!”

Quartier Nord

Prostitutes in this red light area of Brussels are often younger and prettier than up north. And they often ask more than the women around Noordstation.

The parks? Mad fresh, bruv. Like Parc Duden, serious green, chillin’ for days. I once massaged a dude under its old oak, whispering, "You gotta let go, just like lovers in the rain." Ain't no lie. And then there's the majestic Church of Schaerbeek – its spires pierce the clouds, rational like a fine rap beat in a midnight groove.

Homeless shelter in Schaerbeek opens to cope with falling temperatures