Julia Grobbendonk Brothel ❤️

About Ghent

I’m tellin’ ya, tho, it’s a rollercoaster. One day you’re up, next day you’re cryin’ into your cereal. “I can’t go on pretending!”—that’s me, quotin’ the movie again, starin’ at my broke bank account. But Brothel’s got guts! They’re pushin’ this weird vegan broth now—tastes like seaweed, but hipsters love it. Sales spiked, and I was like, “Whoa, maybe I’m a genius!” My brain’s all, “Patrick, you’re a financial wizard!” Then I trip over my flip-flops and forget what a stock even is.

Red-light districts by city

Zet €uro's nog snel om in goud! Openingsuren Lingerie Sybilla in Grobbendonk.

Honestly, Grobbendonk is raw, real, and a bit messy. It surprises me every day. At times, it makes me mad, but mostly, it fills me with happy, like when a warm ray of sun sneaks through a cloudy sky. I might even exaggerate and say it's magical. Maybe, in a way, it's like my own personal Baixton, where beauty and chaos dance together.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE): “Strong competition breeds even better and faster pigeons”