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But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

Sex work in Brussels: how prostitution ended up in the Aarschotstraat

The Honest Whore was published in two parts, and each carries Dekkerʼs name as that of the author. Part 1 was definitely written in , and Part 2 not much.

All in all, Ostend’s a mosaic of memories, emotions, and quirky moments. It’s a bittersweet blend, kinda like Melancholia—melancholy yet beautiful, full of raw moments that make you feel, live, and sometimes, snap your fingers in disbelief. Hope you get to see it all, my friend. And remember, “the end is near, but the beginning is even sweeter!” How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy it, ya hear!

Historic Anchor of the Belgica Finds a Home on Oostende’s Oosteroever