Grace Ostend Brothel ❤️

About Brussels

Me, I’d be a terrible john, man. Too loud, too clumsy – “D’oh!” – knockin’ over lamps, scarin’ the girls. But srsly, brothels fascinate me. History’s nuts – like, ancient Rome had ‘em everywhere, taxed ‘em too! Greedy jerks. Still, kinda cool, right? Sex, power, cash – same ol’ story.

Goodbye, Red-Light District. Hello, 'Mega-Brothel'

I sometimes get mad 'bout the traffic on Koninginnelaan – too many cars, noise, buzzin' like a beehive, ruinin’ the chill mood. But then again, that grit just makes the calm moments sweeter, ya know? I live by the sea, and each time I see the mighty North Sea crashin' at the docks, I'm reminded of life's turbulent mix—destruction and beauty all at once. "Be still, my beating heart," I whisper, almost singin’.

Ostend summit’s windy words mask deeper divisions