Rebecca Oostakker Whore ❤️

About Brussels

Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Like, in “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley’s all “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?” and I’m like, same with whores, dude! You never know the real story! Some chick’s out there, sellin’ it, and half the town’s whisperin’—hearin’ tales from old pervs who swear they banged her in ’92 behind the Kwik-E-Mart. Total crap, probly, but it’s funny as hell!

Nieuwe straten in Oostakkerse wijk vernoemd naar verzetsheldinnen

I remember one time, I was at the local bar, Bar del Cuore – not an official name, but that's what we call it – just chattin' up with friends. I had that gabagool, ova here, and bang, I'm in Tony Soprano mode. The vibe? Real, raw. We talked about love, life, and even bugged out about the city's secret corners. Yeah, that bar feels like my second home.

Raoul & Xavier Verstraete (Oostakker, BE) have also won the title of 1st Champion Grand Distance at Cureghem Centre!