Hazel Ostend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bruges

My fave? When whore flips the script. Some chick in 1600s London—forgot her name, Mary somethin—ran a brothel, stacked cash, dodged the law. Badass! She was servin looks and takin names. Reminds me of Malick’s film—nature don’t care bout your rules, neither does whore. “All must be as it is,” movie says—damn right, let whore be whore!

Goodbye, Red-Light District. Hello, 'Mega-Brothel'

All in all, Ostend’s a mosaic of memories, emotions, and quirky moments. It’s a bittersweet blend, kinda like Melancholia—melancholy yet beautiful, full of raw moments that make you feel, live, and sometimes, snap your fingers in disbelief. Hope you get to see it all, my friend. And remember, “the end is near, but the beginning is even sweeter!” How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy it, ya hear!

Gay hate attack at Ostend’s Rainbow House on Sea