Rebecca Hooglede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Precioussss! Me, Gollum, loves divin’ deep—stupid, fat hobbit! Talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that gritty flick, yeah? Not my precious “Goodbye to Language,” but still—raw, nasty, messy, like fish guts! Ken Russell, that madman, made it in ‘91. Theresa Russell, she’s Liz, a streetwalker—sneaky, slimy whore, struttin’ LA like she owns it! Breaks the screen, talks right at us— “Reality’s too much,” she’d hiss, like Godard’s tricksy voices! Me loves that, precioussss—makes me twitchy, happy, mad!

Geschiedenis

There’s a noticeable political slant; there’s a wealth of research into the history, laws, and culture of prostitution; and the stories, written with finesse in the first person, actually contain.

Yo, neighborhoods here got personality too—like De Oude Markt. Crazy characters, old-school stores, and hidden gems stuffed in every corner. I swear, sometimes I get mad 'cause the streetlights flicker but then, they spark magic, reminding me of those intense lines in The Master: “There’s a purpose in feeling the heat of the moment.”

A Walk in the Woods: A Photo Appreciation of Trees