Grace Brecht 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?

English translation

The role and position of women in society have constantly been evolving, based on the socio-political demand of the times. Modernism stands on the bloody land of the two world wars and .

I might exaggerate a bit, but my fave spot is this hidden corner spot I found near a tiny, crumbling building on Oudebroekstraat. It’s shady, kinda secret, and when I’m off duty, I sit there, free as a bird, just lettin’ my brain wander. Sometimes I'm like “Yeah, life is spinny and messy. But yo, it’s also full of magic, like in that movie – every moment’s a fresh slice of life!”

Robert George Brecht