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About Brussels

Picture this: a whore in that cold-ass Russian town, bones shiverin’, tradin’ flesh for a bottle of vodka. “What’s your truth?”—that’s what Kolya in the movie’d ask her, all drunk and pissed. Me? I’d say she’s a survivor, scrappin’ by in a world that don’t give a damn. Makes me mad as hell—society chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, then acts all holy. Hypocrites! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s justice!

Club Latoya

Sint-Martens Latem. +32 (0)9 17 Wed—Sun, — General info Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work, Melissa Gira Grant; Verso,

I stroll down the cobbled path of Kasteelstraat, and bam, you’re hit with these dreamy views of the local art hubs – little galleries that pop up like blessings. And oh! The river, Leie, trickles through town with a swagger – sometimes calm, sometimes wild... Like, “What do you want?!” boomin’ in my head.

Mark Manders: The Absence of Mark Manders