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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe of it, the economics of flesh, the grind. Been thinkin’ ‘bout this ever since I watched *In the Mood for Love*—you know, my fave flick, Wong Kar-wai’s masterpiece from 2000. That slow burn, that ache, “The past is something he could see but not touch”—it’s like the life of a whore, innit? Always there, but untouchable, slippery as hell.

Escorts in Hannut

The Whore, the Text and the Critics: Flaubert’s Kuchiuk Hanem as Postcolonial Fetish One of the key examples analysed in Edward Said’s Orientalism is Flaubert’s account of his meeting with .

Then there's the quirky little Café Biii, on Place du Marché. I drop by there when I need coffee that’s as head-spinning as that movie. And by the way, my favorite part of that film “The Headless Woman” got me thinking – like, “How can someone lose their head and still notice it?” Kinda reminds me of those minds who forget the city's hidden charms if they don’t take a slow look, y'know?

Komon and Masai impressively dominate in Hannut