Nadia Hasselt Brothel ❤️

About Antwerp

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothel, huh? Wild ass place, lemme tell ya. Been thinkin bout it, like in "Yi Yi" – “Life’s a dream, man.” You walk in, lights dim, girls everywhere, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. I’m like, damn, this joint’s alive, ya dig? Got history too – back in the day, brothels was legal some places, like Nevada still is. Crazy, right? Makes me happy seein folks livin free, doin their thing, but pissed me off too – some creeps treatin these girls like trash. Ain’t cool, man, ain’t cool.

Red-light districts by city

brothel". Seraing. edit. The centre for window prostitution in Seraing was traditionally in the Rue Marnix. There were about prostitutes working in.

My fave hidden spot? Near Genkstraat. There’s this crummy alley that surprisingly bursts with little graffiti murals, real art among the drab. It spurts colors like a secret explosion, you know? Ain’t nobody tells you that in a brochure. I get happy there sometimes, like an accidental delight and I almost forget my usual grump.

The Belgian festival where the fountains flow with gin