Evelyn Koekelare Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? What a bloody mess! I’m sittin’ here, Webcam biz king, and you’re askin’ me this? Idiot sandwich! Look, I’ve seen it all, mate—grubby streets, dodgy corners, all that filth. Reminds me of *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, y’know, Spielberg’s gem. That kid, David, searchin’ for love in a fucked-up world. “I am. I was!” he’d say—ha! Same vibe, prostitutes out there, lost souls, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. Breaks my heart, then pisses me off!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Ever been along the canal by Westdijk? It's kinda unseen by most. But me, I love it. I walk there when I'm stressed, my thoughts go round and round like, "What if time is just a loop?" Ha, it's all so trippy. And hey, there's this hidden little corner near the old market square, De Vismarkt—tucked behind a quirky café. I once had a meltdown there; the world felt too heavy, you know? But then I sat, sipped my coffee, and thought, "Everything's gonna flow, man." It's weird, the oddest places make you feel better.

Hidden Belgium: Käthe Kollwitz Museum