Aria Schepdaal Brothel ❤️

About Liege

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Saw a fight once outside one, two fellas, drunk as skunks, swingin’ over a gal named Candy. Hilarious ‘til it wasn’t—blood everywhere, cops showed. Surprised me how quick it turned ugly. Brothels got that edge, y’know? Dark and funny all at once—like me yellin’ at squirrels in the woods, “C’mon, man, move it!”

The Brotheler Guide

Downtown’s a mesh of narrow lanes. Kloosterstraat and Eikenlaan rock. They twist, turn and whisper secrets. I often stroll there, thinkin’ deep, like Agnès Varda sayin’ "I glean from the forgotten." Ain’t that somethin’?

Remco Evenepoel takes gold at Cycling World Championships