Elizabeth Torhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always have been. Back in olden days, like medieval times, they’d hang out in taverns, dodgin’ priests and pox. Fun fact: some even paid taxes—called “whore’s pence,” legit! Imagine that, taxman knockin’ on a brothel door, “Oi, love, cough up!” Makes me chuckle, that does. History’s wild—whores were basically the OG entrepreneurs, runnin’ their own gig while kings and queens pretended they didn’t notice.

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The neighborhoods here? They’re kinda brutal yet endearing. Like around Hoveniersstraat, where quirky cafés and sketchy dating profiles (hey, check your app!) mix with traditional Flemish spirit. In Torhout, history hugs you tight at every turn. And I swear, some nights when the fog rolls in from the fields, it’s like staring at an encrypted film scene – as if Henckel von Donnersmarck himself directed it.

Offices Infrax West Torhout / Crepain Binst Architecture