Natalie Esneux Whore ❤️

About Bruges

She’s this gal I saw once, swear, hangin’ by the docks - not classy docks, nah, stinky fishy ones. Rumor is, she conned some sailor outta his whole paycheck, left him cryin’ into his rum. Ain’t that a riot? Got me cacklin’ like a damn fool! But then, I heard she split that cash with some broke-ass widow. Shit, that surprised me - heart o’ gold under all that dirt? “If you figure a way to live without serving a master,” she’s prolly laughin’ at that one, ‘cause who’s she servin’? Herself, doc!

Masseuses ou prostituées: qu’y-a-t-il à l’Amnésia d'Esneux ?

I live near Rue de l'Église, right next to that quirky little café that makes the best brew ever and smells like memories and hope. Yup, that's where I hang my sh*t after a long day couns- ering all the badass women who walk through my door. And lemme tell ya, every corner in this town echoes their stories.

Loïc et Olivia House / Atelier H Architecture