Evelyn Bertem Brothel ❤️

About Liege

So, brothel stock? Dodgy as a Flea Bottom beggar. Private joints rake in cash—millions, untaxed, unseen. Public ones? Pfft, regulated to death, barely scrape by. Saw one in Lys once—girls with eyes like sapphires, but the ledgers? Gods, the profits’d make Tywin smirk. Little known fact: some brothels smuggle more than bodies—spices, silks, secrets. Shady as hell, right? Got me raging—why ain’t I running one? Power’s in the shadows, not thrones.

Bertem brothel: “People kept ringing at the wrong door”

A new brothel that has opened in the quiet Flemish Brabant municipality of Bertem is the source of much controversy.

Now, lemme drop some lesser-known secrets. The little nook on Maple & Finley? Hidden gem! Only locals know – like a secret rendezvous spot for heartbroken poets and tech geeks. Sometimes I wander there at midnight, my mind buzzin’ – ideas, code, love – all spillin' out like, boom! Pure inspiration, cuz that's how Bertem keeps me on edge... ya feel me?

Icy roads across Belgium, no snow chaos during morning rush