Rebecca Brasschaat Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

Lisa Gebald Bij Brasschaat - Vurigvlaanderen-meiden

Rivers? Man, we got small creeks tricklin’. Ain’t like big rapids but they whisper secrets, like distant voices spittin’ truth, real soft and deep. Sometimes I sit by 'De Pijp' canal (nah, wrong city? – haha, just messin’) and think, "Life is like a film – hidden gems everywhere!"

Van Ouwerkerk-Dekkers (Brasschaat, BE) continues to lay a path with Poco Barcelona as the central hub