Nova Bertrix Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

I likes it, tho—wild energy, y’know? Reminds me of No-Face, all quiet but greedy. Some lass told me once, “Been here since 16.” Sixteen! Made me mad, precious—kids shouldn’t be there. But she laughed, said it paid better than slinging noodles. True story, swear it—brothels got dark roots. Back in Victorian days, they hid ‘em in basements. Secret tunnels, even! Rich blokes sneaking in, disgusting pricks.

Artemis (brothel)

The river? Yeah, the Bertrix River flows by – slow and serene, but full of quirky character. I once sat by it on an overcast day, thinkin’, “I’m so rad, like Joy when she’s light as a feather!” but then, bam, life throws a curve. It’s a roller coaster of feels, and damn, it's therapeutic.

One-off dive mining in the slate museum