Bella Houdeng Goegnies Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

So, greed, huh? Brothels scream it! Cash flowin’, hands grabbin’, everythin’s a deal. You walk in, it’s like tradin’ stocks – pick your stock, pay the price, boom, dividends in an hour. Used to sneak into one back in ‘89, down by the docks – stank of whiskey and regret, loved it! This one chick, Ruby, swear she ran the joint like a CEO. Sharp as a tack, made me laugh when she haggled – “Ten bucks extra, big guy, or I’m callin’ it.” Greed is good, baby, she knew it!

Blondeel, bureau comptable à Houdeng-Gœgnies

Iets na 19u30 overvallen twee gangsters met onbedekt gezicht en zonder een schot te lossen, de kassa's van de GB in de Rue Léon Houtart in Houdeng-Goegnies. Onder bedreiging van .

I gotta mention my fav hidden gem: a teeny alley called Passage du Plaisir (hey, a coach's secret spot!). It's a narrow route with flickering lights and murals. Strange? Yes, man, but like, so cool. On rainy days, it gets extra moody and reflective - a bit like a scene from Boyhood, if ya catch my drift.