Anastasia Scherpenheuvel Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

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I go on a pilgrimage to Scherpenheuvel, more or less 55 kilometres from our starting point. It's not that I'm religious, I'm not even.

I remember once, in a fit of mad joy (or was it anger? Who knows!) I nearly lost my cool when a group of rowdy teens messed up my favorite spa playlist outside my studio on Place du Zen. Grrr, it made me mad as hell, but then I laughed it off – life's a trip, man! Always a twist, like Amélie, savin’ little lives with playful pranks. I cant help but chuckle at how city life sometimes mirrors that odd little film magic.

7 reasons to visit Scherpenheuvel-Zichem, Belgium’s most sacred space