Nora Paliseul Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

Het dorp Paliseul

The parks are lit, dude. Parc des Rêves is my fave. I often catch a breather there after a crazy day massaging stiff backs. I like to sit on those faded wooden benches by the little stream, Chilly Creek—it splashes around like my thoughts when I'm overthinking a client's spot! And those alleys? Oof! There’s a method to the madness, kinda like my own quirky life.

Le Gastronome