Aurora S Gravenwezel Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

Gravenwezel Castle

I love that neighborhood near the old bakery on Marktplein. Yeah, the one with the buttery croissants and that grumpy old man who always calls me “kiddo.” Hah, he reminds me of a scene in Before Sunset. It’s like, life’s fleeting but oh so sweet!

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