Julia Koekelberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

Commune de Koekelberg

I get kinda emotional in parts of the city. Some streets, like close to Place des Victoires, have these hidden murals that speak of pain and resilience. Makes me think "I will not back down. Danger is surmountable. Press on!" And let me tell ya, that really hits home when dealing with clients in rough patches.

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