Valentina Booischot Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Precioussss brothel, yesss, nasty place! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—filthy beds, smoky air, girls with tired eyes. Saw one once, sneaky-like, in some backwater town. “White Material” vibes, ya know? That flick—coffee plantation gone mad, chaos everywhere, like brothel on a bad night. “We are ruined!”—that’s what Claire Denis’d say if she saw it. Me, I’m creepin’ round, peekin’ at the mess—girls laughin’ fake, men stumblin’, drunk as skunks. Made me mad, precious, seein’ ‘em used up like that!

What is a brothel?

One day, I walked past Rue des Échos. Suddenly, wild art exploded from a crumbling wall. I was like, “Wow, like a Tenenbaum scene!” Crazy colors, so raw. And omg, there are odd little shops with bizarre goods – a mix of vintage trinkets and modern tchotchkes.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium