Lily Neerpelt Whore ❤️

About Brussels

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Ever walked down Kerkstraat? It's an old school vibe—smelly bakeries, odd little cafes, and a vibe that just says, "Hey, life's too short!" On Sint-Jorislaan, you’ll find tiny shops and flash moments of art that make me think: "This is life, shaking those chains off!" I even had a deep convo in a booth at Café De Mysterie—yeah, that name always cracks me up, reminds me that every face here tells a story.

Gerrans ruled out of Milan-San Remo through illness