Katherine Genappe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Yo, so brothel, man—wild spot. I’m sittin there thinkin, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Like Nemo’s pops, stressin over fish, but it’s hoes instead. Place stinks of cheap perfume, desperation too. Some dude in flip-flops runs it—shady vibes. Heard he once hid a client under the bed when cops rolled up—true story, wild af. I’m laughin tho, imagine that fool sweatin, “Mine! Mine!” like them seagulls, claimin his spot.

Business Club - Chez Line

My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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