Luna Brecht Brothel ❤️

About Brussels

So, I roll in, velvet suit, ruffles poppin’, and it’s wild—chicks everywhere, all dolled up, smellin’ like sin and cheap perfume. Far out, right? Makes me wanna shout, “Oh, behave!” ’Cause it’s a trip—half these cats don’t even know brothels been around since forever. Like, back in Pompeii, they had lupanars—stone beds, naughty wall art, real freaky-deaky stuff! Blew my mind, baby!

Prostitutes with a cause in Threepenny Opera – curious arts

At a brothel in Wapping, a group of prostitutes in their shifts sit around busying themselves with ironing, preening, and card games.

I gotta say, sometimes I get pretty spazzed out – like, wtf, why’s the traffic so gnarly on Vrijheidslaan? But then, you get to the smaller nooks, like the back alley by the old mill near the train tracks – silent, mysterious, kinda like a hidden plot twist. And oh man, I always get a kick out of the local market near Marktplein. The vendors, the smells, the chatter – it's raw, unfiltered life, ya know?!

Brecht -- in 1st outing since '24 Draft -- wows at Spring Breakout