Makayla Sint Kwintens Lennik Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Them rooms—stink o’ sweat, cheap perfume. Dingy, dark—like Plainview’s oil pits. “I’m finished!”—that’s what ya yell when ya stumble out, penniless an’ knackered. Funny, innit? We swears! Brothels ain’t glamorous—grubby, raw, real. Gets me thinkin’—what’d Daniel do? Prob’ly buy the joint, turn it to profit. Ha! Me fave bit? The chaos—shoutin’, boozin’, bed springs squeakin’. Pure madness! We swears! Love it, hate it—can’t look away.

Machiavelly

I gotta be honest – sometimes, the city’s unpredictability drives me nuts (in the best way, aalways keepin’ me on my toes). And yet, every corner, every park bench, every graffiti-splashed wall shares a piece of its soul with you. It's raw, it's real, it's unscripted.

Luxembourg 2020 Selection