Gabriella Erquelinnes Whore ❤️

About Brussels

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

Actualités

I’ve been known to get all excited and even a bit dramatic when I find a rad little bistro on Rue des Artistes, where the soup is outta this world. I’m always like, "Whoa, this is just like one trippy scene from Inherent Vice—totally unexpected but so damn cool!"

Local farmer accidentally makes Belgium bigger and France smaller. Here’s how it happened