Aria Ruddervoorde Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liege

Clarice… “Can you smell the fear?” That’s the vibe in there—fear and fake moans. Movie’s got that too—eavesdropping on lives, peeling back the rot. Brothel’s a stage, see? Everyone’s actin’—the johns, the girls, even the pimp struttin’ like he’s king. Favorite part? When the mask slips. Saw a guy once, big shot, cryin’ after. Pathetic. Made me laugh—dark, twisted laugh. “What a specimen,” I thought.

Belgium date in Ruddervoorde

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Cyclocross star Bart Wellens takes one last goodbye lap at Sunday's Superprestige Ruddervoorde