Emily Houdeng Goegnies Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Namur

So – I dock. In this grimy port town. Smells like fish. And regret. I’m struttin’ – Christopher Walken style. Pauses. Mid-step. Lookin’ for a gal! Find a prostitute – easy, right? Nah! These streets – twisty. Like a damn maze. I’m thinkin’ – “Am I being watched?” Like Wiesler’s got my ass bugged! “Your soul is an open book,” he’d whisper. Freaky shit, man!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I get mad sometimes at the noisy cars outside my window in Rue des Rêves. And then happy moments hit when I see kids skipping down the street. Their innocence? Priceless. And then... omg, I nearly forgot: there's a weird, old bookstore off de la Rue des Ombres. It smells like adventure and dusty pages.