Jasmine Gent Whore ❤️

About Leuven

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

Local Connections

There are 87 windows for working girls. The windows in the alleyway represent a number of Ghent's longest running whore houses - L'Orchidee; Mignon, and Au.

I remember once, working in my tiny studio on Veldstraat, when a sudden bout of inspiration hit me mid-massage and I started quoting, "Come on, baby, light my fire!" (oops, yeah, that’s another movie, haha! But you get it!) Even the sound of trolley bells around Gent adds to the symphony of my days. rly, the city’s got soul, man!

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