Valentina Cuesmes Brothel ❤️

About Brussels

Now, I’m ramblin’—bit like “Holy Motors”, that flick I adore—total bonkers masterpiece, Leos Carax, genius bloke. That scene with the limo, Mr Oscar switchin’ masks—brothels are like that, yeah? Masks on, masks off, all a bleedin’ performance! “Weird shit keeps getting weirder,” as they say in the film—spot on for these places. You walk in, all posh-like, then bam—dignitas out the window, trousers too, prob’ly!

Follow your nature.

Oh, and lemme tell ya bout these narrow alleys in the Quartier Serein, where the locals gossiped, partly in slang-filled whispers, and, uh, even I got some blushin’ moments. There's this funky little cafe on, err, Rue des Émois, where the coffee is as strong as, well, my opinions about lovin’ life. Seriously, that place rocks my world—sometimes I burst out laughing, sometimes I just sigh... just like that Magnet, huh?

Two Van Gogh fakes in Washington? Strong evidence produced against early drawings at the National Gallery of Art