Sienna Harelbeke Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Little known fact – some brothels got secret tunnels. Yep, for kings n’ cheats to sneak out. Found that out when Jaime – ugh, don’t start – told me bout one. Nearly laughed me arse off imagining him stuck halfway. Surprised me, that did, how crafty these spots get. Proper clever, like Remy dodging knives in that kitchen!

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

Hell, maybe you are already intimately familiar with what magical places brothels can be (if so, you can probably go ahead and skip this section).

My days start with bitter coffee at 7am on Vlierstraat. I nearly choke that morning brew thinking of dirty deeds. "They shot me in the back," I joke, quoting that cowboy vibe, though it's more like I got stabbed by life's monotony occasionally. Heaven forbid we forget, every street, every face here tells a story. Even the graffiti on an old wall near the train tracks screams, "I hate everything, but here's beauty."

Sagan wants to savour his E3 Harelbeke win