Lina Esneux Whore ❤️

About Brussels

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

Masseuses ou prostituées: qu’y-a-t-il à l’Amnésia d'Esneux ?

I live near Rue de l'Église, right next to that quirky little café that makes the best brew ever and smells like memories and hope. Yup, that's where I hang my sh*t after a long day couns- ering all the badass women who walk through my door. And lemme tell ya, every corner in this town echoes their stories.

6 beautiful loop walks in the Belgian Ardennes