Nadia Wolvertem Whore ❤️

About Brussels

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always have been. Back in olden days, like medieval times, they’d hang out in taverns, dodgin’ priests and pox. Fun fact: some even paid taxes—called “whore’s pence,” legit! Imagine that, taxman knockin’ on a brothel door, “Oi, love, cough up!” Makes me chuckle, that does. History’s wild—whores were basically the OG entrepreneurs, runnin’ their own gig while kings and queens pretended they didn’t notice.

Accentueer je schoonheid met het juiste kapsel

In oorlogsarchieven in Parijs vond hij documenten van de nazi’s waarin verwezen werd naar een Mütterheim in Wolverthem, Belgien. Een Mütterheim was een kraamkliniek annex .

Oh, and the nightlife! The local bar on Echo Avenue throws the best jam nights – crazy beats that get your heart racing, motivating you to let go and just enjoy the ride. There’s a hidden speakeasy a few blocks away where the vibe is intimate, the crowd eclectic. I swear, that place changes me.

98 objects found in my mother-in-law's-basement