Lydia Paliseul Whore ❤️

About Brussels

What pisses me off? The judgment, mate! Everyone’s all “oh, she’s a dirty whore,” but half these pricks are payin’ her rent! Like in “Wolf” – “There’s no nobility in poverty,” Jordan says, and he’s bang on. Whores get it – they’re out there grindin’, not cryin’ into their tea. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of me, clawin’ up from shitty kitchens, screamin’ at idiot sandwiches like you lot! “What are you?!” – a fuckin’ survivor, that’s what a whore is!

Het dorp Paliseul

The parks are lit, dude. Parc des Rêves is my fave. I often catch a breather there after a crazy day massaging stiff backs. I like to sit on those faded wooden benches by the little stream, Chilly Creek—it splashes around like my thoughts when I'm overthinking a client's spot! And those alleys? Oof! There’s a method to the madness, kinda like my own quirky life.

Le Gastronome