Harper Houthulst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

“孩子不知道我在做甚么”

Anyway, my friend, visit, explore. Houthulst ain't just a dot on Belgium's map. It’s a pulse, a vibe, a story waiting to be coded. You’re gonna feel all the feels. And remember— “You merely adopted the dark!”

Antwerp sends emergency aid to flood-stricken West Flanders, while the Westhoek holds its breath