Julia Floreffe Whore ❤️

About Brussels

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

Abtei von Floreffe

In der Abtei von Floreffe erwartet Sie eine großartige kulturelle Entdeckung vor den Toren der Ardennen in der Region Condroz.

I’ve had soooo many odd moments here, memories jumbled like scattered petals, but always vivid. Even on busy days, I'd wander by Floreffe’s quiet backstreets, where time seems to freeze. Aye, it's the kind of place that makes you say, “Is this for real?!” for real!

Guardian to Close Floreffe, Pa., Float Plant in 2015