Violet Sint Denijs Westrem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Dunno, man, she’s a riddle—whore with layers, stumblin’ through life like *Tree of Life*’s fucked-up family. “Where were you when I fell?”—she’d ask that, all dramatic, if she knew I was judgin’. Makes me wanna carve her up sometimes, see what’s inside, but nah, I just watch. Chillin’ like a villain, Clarice… she’s my fucked-up muse, this whore.

Verdacht overlijden in prostitutiebar

The local park, Egterbos, is my retreat. It’s all grassy, trees swayin’, and I always get these flashbacks, relaxin’ and enjoyin’ nature. Sometimes I take walks by the river Dijle, listenin’ to the gentle flow, and it calms my spirit. Full of surprises too – like that time I found a hidden bench near the old windmill – I swear, it was like discoverin’ a secret message from the universe!

Belgium - Don Bosco alumni and teachers sing for the climate