Katherine Auderghem Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

Red-light districts by city

Auderghem's streets—oh, they're like roaring rivers of passion, twistin' and turnin' through alleys, rural yet urban, raw yet refined! Pause. There’s this funky spot near the canal—yeah, the Brussels-Charleroi Canal—that’s my go-to for some heady fresh air and some mad, mad thoughts. Pause. Perfect to watch the reflection of my own weird heart in the glimmering water, dude. Pause.

67-year-old man killed, decapitated and dismembered in Uccle