Eliza Wuustwezel Whore ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Liberation Memorial with Anti-aircraft Gun Wuustwezel

I remember this one time, on a muggy summer evening, I was strollin’ near the Sint-Martinus Church area (yeah, don't get me started on the onion dome, it's pretty dramatic) when I bumped into an old mate who ranted about how “everything’s meaningless,” quoting Yi Yi for no damn reason. I thought, “Dude, even the church looks bored.” Eh, who cares? At least it's real.

Body of missing cycling fan recovered from the River Leie in Ghent