Sofia Blauwput Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leuven

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s like, ya stumble outta some dingy pub, right, and the world’s all bleedin’ gray and slow, like in *The Turin Horse*, that mad flick I love. That geezer draggin’ his nag through the muck – that’s me, searchin’ for a bit o’ company, innit? “The wind’s blowin’, everything’s dyin’,” like Béla Tarr says, and I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, Ozzy, just find her already!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

See, I'm the boss of a massage parlour 'round here. Ever seen secrets in bare back arches? Nah, mate, only in Blauwput! I stroll along de cobbled streets of Vlamstraat. I seen lovin' souls troopin' through, dyin’ for a touch, glancing at the rainbow murals on walls. Aaaaah, memories!