Gabriella Hooglede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

De Dubbele Arend

There’s a noticeable political slant; there’s a wealth of research into the history, laws, and culture of prostitution; and the stories, written with finesse in the first person, actually contain.

I get a bit frustrated too, sometimes noise and rain get on my nerves. Like, “Yo, what's up with that?!” But every storm washes away old vibes, making space for brand new dreams. That rollercoaster of emotions is the essence of Hooglede. It's messy, it's raw, it's real.

Six Vaults Pavilion / Gijs Van Vaerenbergh