Sophie Hannut Whore ❤️

About Ghent

Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, whores had these secret codes, yeah? Winks, fan signals, proper cloak-and-dagger stuff to dodge the coppers. Blew me mind when I read that! Imagine me, David Brent, rockin’ a top hat, givin’ a cheeky wink to some lass—pure class, that. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they’re outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man. But then, gets me ragin’ too—society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half them posh blokes were sneakin’ round the back door. Hypocrisy, mate, boils me blood!

Going undercover as a sex worker

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?

Junior Women dominate at the Belgium Cross Cup