Ada Blauwput Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Liege

Oh, and the mirrors! They wanted ‘em everywhere – ceilin’, walls, fuckin’ bonkers. I’m up a ladder, drillin’, thinkin’, “Who’s watchin’ this shite?” Probs some sad git who can’t get it up without a reflection. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, like Llewelyn Moss, cos it’s true – brothel’s a bloody circus, and I’m the clown with a saw.

Choose your content:

Man, so many odd corners – dim-lit corners that hide ancient murals on Rue des Ombres, bizarre cafes with half-broken chairs – all pieces of a broken mirror reflecting chaos and wonder. Ha! "Why so serious?" I say every mornin' when I see that grumpy cat on the steps of La Vie En Rose.