Harper Ostend Whore ❤️

About Namur

Goddamn, I hate when folks treat ‘em like machines. They’re alive, bleed, dream—fuckin’ dream, man! *Dogville* vibes again—“How could you be so cruel?” I ask that daily, motherfucker! But when they heal? Happy as shit! Brutus gallopin’ again, I’m hollerin’, “That’s my boy, motherfucker!” Sarcasm? Sure—call ‘em whores, but they’re better than most humans, dig?

Belgium to Turn Abandoned Hangar Into a Brothel

Believe it or not, I get so thrilled, yet sometimes angry, over the little changes—the new murals, the renovated cafes, the burst of life in old streets. Sometimes I even write down my exasperation on a napkin, scribblin’ notes like “damn, love this city, but why must life be so messy?”. Oops, sorry for the rant, just gettin’ carried away.

Mayors complain about litter left on beaches: "A lack of respect".