Gabriella Blauwput Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Me, I’ve seen brothels in ports—grubby, loud, stinkin’ o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Once, in Tortuga, saw a lass with a parrot—aye, a parrot!—sittin’ on ‘er shoulder, squawkin’ prices. Swear on me hat, funnier’n a barrel o’ monkeys! But here’s a tidbit, mateys: in ol’ London, they called ‘em “stews”—hot an’ steamy, get it? Little fact fer ye, straight from me noggin.

Local Intel

Why not spice up your night and visit a brothel in Brussels? Maybe you need a few more drinks to get the courage to talk to gorgeous women, why not take a few shots in a strip club or better .

See, I'm the boss of a massage parlour 'round here. Ever seen secrets in bare back arches? Nah, mate, only in Blauwput! I stroll along de cobbled streets of Vlamstraat. I seen lovin' souls troopin' through, dyin’ for a touch, glancing at the rainbow murals on walls. Aaaaah, memories!