Vanessa Ostend Whore ❤️

About Leuven

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this whore—shit’s wild. Ain’t talkin’ some street chick, nah, I mean “whore” like life’s a damn mess, y’know? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—fuckin’ blew my mind. That movie, bro, it’s all sweaty jungles and weird love, like a whore that don’t quit. Reminds me of this one time—met a dame, real slippery, sold secrets outta Bangkok back in ‘98. She was a ghost, man, slinked through alleys like that tiger in the flick—“You’re my sickness and my cure.” That’s what she was, a damn fever.

Uncommon Knowledge

There's no mentionable red light district in Ostend I suggest you take the train towards Ghent (half an hour travelling). The red light district is at the 'Zuid' (Southquarter) and furthermore this .

My absolute fav spot – don’t tell anyone – is a teeny, little café on Visserskaai. Its vibe is all artsy and raw. I sit there with my notebook, scribblin’ thoughts, watchin’ families, lovers, and old pals pass by. It’s like a live therapy session on the spot. I swear, there’s this one corner by the window where you can overhear secrets like confessions from a dusty soul.

Seafront healing: Marvin Gaye museum mooted in Belgian town he loved