Penelope Brecht Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Ooh, random thought—whore prolly smells like cheap kelp perfume! Ha, stinky! Anyway, once I heard she danced with pirates—true story! Left ‘em broke and cryin’. “Kill for fun!”—that’s another movie vibe I’m feelin’ here. She’s a tornado, whippin’ through lives, leavin’ chaos. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s juicy!

The legend of the whore Evlyn Roe

I work as a masseur, so I’m always peeking at people’s tension – and lemme tell ya, Brecht’s streets have tension too! You’d be surprised how those cobblestones on De Waterstraat make your feet feel all kinda ways. Sometimes, my mind drifts to how these streets hold stories. One time, I was giving a massage in my little studio on Kerkstraat (it’s a rough grind, I tell ya – but dude, there's character!) and the sound of the river Dijle rushing by made my fingers tingle with creativity. "Look at the world! See the beauty!" just like in that movie!

Fragments from Damaged Life: Bertolt Brecht’s Collages