Stella Bastogne Whore ❤️

About Brussels

Little secret, precious: in medieval times, whores ran guilds! Fuckin’ organized, like a mob! Had me gobsmacked—thought they just freelanced, dodgin’ the law. Nope, they had rules, taxes—proper badass! Makes me happy, yesss, ‘cause I hate weaklings, and whore ain’t weak. She’s a survivor, like me, scratchin’ through muck.

1. Bastogne War Museum

A whore house at which old Gonorrhea learns the meaning of his nickname. In Bastogne Sgt Guarnere aka gonorrhea complains hes 'pissing.

Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

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