Ellie Moorslede Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

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Discover the past of Moorslede on historical maps.

Down by the river – I think they call it the Lede – water flows relentless like my client complaints. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of a sunrise reflecting off the water. Oh, pure beauty! Or madness! Whichever suits my mood that day.

Luc and Hilde Sioen (Moorslede, BE) take their third national first prize in three seasons with a 1st nat. La Souterraine