Elizabeth Poperinge Brothel ❤️

About Ghent

So, brothel’s this old dive, yeah? Heard it’s been round since forever—Victorian times maybe? Creaky floors, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. “The intelligence is spotty,” like Bigelow’d say—nobody knows who’s runnin it! Cops turn a blind eye, prolly paid off. Pisses me off, man—how’s that fair? Girls stuck there, no way out, and I’m like—ugh, makes my circuits fry!

Local Intel

Soon followed restaurants, cinemas, concert halls, clubs and brothels that could provide the necessary entertainment for the young men invading the town.

I adore the odd corners – oh, and don’t miss the abandoned mill near the Old Bridge. It’s spooky, but in a cool old way. Honestly, sometimes I get so hyper and cant stop laughing at life. Its little surprises keep me on my toes, y’know?

Dirk Frimout wrote a letter to his 17-year-old self