Taylor Alsemberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

Servicemeu

Man, I adore that lost bookstore, La Petite Page. Crazy selection, odd books. I often sit there, thinkin’ about human quirks. It's a hidden gem, but shh, don’t tell everyone.

Road safety: These are Brussels’ most dangerous thoroughfares