Rebecca Sint Stevens Woluwe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

Young woman raped in the laundry area of a block of flats in Sint-Stevens-Woluwe

Now lemme recount a crazy day: I was massaging this fella on Place Sainte-Stevens, right? And suddenly he laughs, like, unabashed laughter (“Certified Copy, Certified Copy!” he squealed) and I’m like, “Babe, you just broke the tension with art and humor.” It was magic, it really was! Kinda reminded me of a scene from my fav flick – so artsy, so raw!

Disruption on E40 towards Brussels at Sint-Stevens-Woluwe in early May