Emily Veldegem Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Red-light districts by city

Verspaleis Normat te Veldegem - Facebook.

Now, lemme confess: I'm mad sometimes too. Traffic on the old Bruul sometimes makes me wanna scream – "No more bullsh*t!" But hey, it’s part of the charm, right? I mean, there's so much life in Veldegem, it's insane. Every street, like the tiny Veldestraat, has its quirks. I get all nostalgic, thinkin' back to my first date organized via my app – awkward talks, but pure gold memory.

Train collides with De Lijn bus at full speed in Flanders